Hapayah!

Raania turned one year old this month. Yes a complete twelve months have passed since my world was turned upside down with the arrival of a ...

Pappu wasn't his real name. We didn't even know if he had a name or not. He just sat behind the counter which stacked fragrant erase...

The Post Office was located a little drive away from our house, but it was (is) a noble structure- quite like a doll-house- with a steep fli...

Mota Halwai's shop was really a couple of mud thrones. There was a gap between the two platforms which led to a pucca room- here he kept...

His shop was located a little way off the Arya Kanya Pathshala in a street bustling with vegetable vendors, stationery shops, the odd-cake s...

His shop was a tiny four feet square with a wall mounted noisy fan for company. His wares- bread - mostly the White maida ones(remember thes...

Last evening, on a shopping spree in Raania's paternal hometown of Jaipur, we decided to treat ourselves to ice- lollies- the magnificen...