This is my story. I am a tea lover. No. Not Green tea, not Detox tea, not Chai latte, not English Breakfast. I love tea – ginger and cardamom in the carousel in hot water bubbling in a saucepan, black […] Read More
How I got introduced to Raja Rasoi and Anya Kahaniyan Netflix was new in those days. Circa 2014. I came across the show – Raja, Rasoi, aur Anya Kahaniyaan, while flocking to Netflix a few years ago. Despite of not […] Read More
A significant number of us thrive on nostalgia. Most of us are dissatisfied with our lives. We await something better – money, fame, job, family, health. The list can go on and on. Our memories give us hope and happiness. […] Read More
“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep” I do not remember the first time I read Robert Brown. I might […] Read More
Hola my space, my blog, my fellow bloggers, my readers, After a good three years, I am ready to get back to the one thing I passionately pursued a few years ago – Arpita’s Thoughts – that is my blog. […] Read More
Some people live their lives clinging on to their past. The moments they remember, smile to and wish to relive. That is me. Clinging to the past to never let them go. I have been told to move on, though […] Read More
Here’s a little preview Charu… She is a young girl of twenty who leads a well-protected life. But in 1947, when India is at the brink of getting her independence, who could remain innocent to death and loss? Charu is […] Read More
Die I must today This, the sculptor, does say, every day, Chisel and hammer, the shed, the stone Wait for him, whilst he lies lone. Unfinished statue of Henry Miller Nearly done lies the limestone pillar, Some complete placed […] Read More
Amongst the zillions of writings about youMy words are simple, small but trueI pour my heart out to theeMy city, my Jaan, my Dilli! I wonder where I shall beginTemples or bazaars, who will win?Food, aah there, in the gullyMy […] Read More
What does my country mean to thee? If it’s not camels, carousels and cacophony What is India if not the hullabaloo Her identity lies in my pallu. Canons, Nikons, Olympus’ go wild Bangles, scarves, mother, and child, Clicking relentlessly, capturing […] Read More