Scribbling Away To Glory

  Petrichor . (noun| a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather) One of my fav...

In the debate between language (politeness/manners/decorum/political correctness) and intent, I mostly side with intent. How often have we s...

  (This article was the editorial for Oikyotaan, the Durga Puja Magazine of the Bengali Assocoation of Western Australia. You will find the ...

  If childhood is about finding joy in weird and the outright disgusting things, then we nailed it as the 70- 80s kids in India! Kali Pujo...

Babu hoye, shoja pithey, Koley boi rekhe porte hobe! Ta holei na boro hoye, Shotti boro hotey pabe? Haatu gere, pujo koro Pachali ta koley r...

  Mumlette is not omelette mispronounced. It is an altogether different dish (and memories associated with it). Omelette is the fancier cous...

  This month, 15 years back, I arrived in Perth…with big dreams and a very small bank balance. Having wrapped up things in India, paid off s...

Friends kept me going in my darkest days. My friends, of course. But also the TV show. Having just lost Ma, my world had suddenly shrunk. ...

There's a war raging... And a pandemic. A routine blood test report could change life as we know it. Or perhaps a 000 call. Everything w...

 Losing a mother is like losing a part of you. For you were once a part of her, you see. It’s looking at the veins at the back of your hands...