Grandma’s Reel Reminiscence

I am miles away from gran’ma. Away in a city, she’s never been to, a city she fears might change me. “You can always call me Angu. Don’t mind the distance okay?”, she had reminded me. She calls me every week, sometimes twice a week asking about my health, food, college and holidays, and she … Continue reading Grandma’s Reel Reminiscence

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Mom.1993.Bombay

March 1993. Bombay was in the middle of a blood bath. Ever since the demolition of Babri Masjid in Ayodhya, on December 6th 1992, there were riots everywhere. Mobs pelting stones, burning vehicles and looting houses. Mamma was 26, working in Bandra Holy Family Hospital at the time. She, like many other women of her … Continue reading Mom.1993.Bombay