By Rituraj Borkakoty
Every now and then, a Dream Team breathes in the heart of every cricketing romantic. For, a fan can be a slave to his love of the game. And he could even bring down the man-made barriers to evoke the spirit of Imagine. After all, fans are the sort of people who could even stir John Lennon’s soul.
Continue reading Can’t imagine a Dream Team without Don
By Tirtho Banerjee
Back in the early-80s, in Varanasi to be precise, cricket ran in my veins. I lived the passion every single moment. After returning from school, I used to eagerly wait for the clock to strike 4pm, and with spring in my steps, I would stride towards the Sigra Stadium to indulge in the sport. It was during one of those practice sessions that a local hard-hitter, who would swat every ball he touched for a towering six, asked me: “Chotu (kid), have you seen Abdul Qadir bowl?” I hesitatingly nodded a shaky ‘No’. “Go, watch him,” was his terse advice.
Continue reading How Qadir put more wrist in my bowling
By Dhanusha Gokulan
Onam is usually, always a big deal at home. Growing up, as much as my siblings and I loved the ‘Onam spirit’, my parents tend to go overboard with the festivities. Onam celebrations are not limited to religious borders, so, my folks love showing off ‘our culture’ to friends who are not Malayalees. This means, everyone is invited to have Sadhya, a nine-course vegetarian feast usually involving 22 dishes, at our home.
Continue reading Why King Mahabali is always welcome in my home
By Sami Ha Zen
To the girl who grew up to become my mother and captured my heart with mischief,
Continue reading Letter to my late mother
By Keith Pereña
Take the plunge. That was the phrase that went through my head as I decided whether or not I would go after her. We had met one video chat ago — I was in Dubai and she was in Thailand. But for practical reasons, we just tell everyone we met in Thailand.
Continue reading Choosing love… some 7,000km away
By Rohma Sadaqat
I got something for you; I was in the supermarket when I saw it and I remembered how much you loved them,” my mum said. I look, seeing her unpacking her suitcase after returning from her summer break in Pakistan and saw a sight that made me grin: In her hands was a box of very special biscuits — more specifically, a box of zeera biscuits. Now, ask any Pakistani what the best biscuits are to have with afternoon chai (tea) and they will almost always say that zeera (cumin) biscuits are your best bet. There are several others that might make the list — peanut, glucose and marie — but in terms of sheer dunk-into-you-chai delight, zeera biscuits reign supreme.
Continue reading A tea-time match made in heaven
By Purva Grover
Mums, they never fail to surprise us. A mother knows you are going to catch a cold much before you or the doctor has a clue.
Continue reading A heroine mum determined to make her daughter’s Hollywood dreams come true