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I never was a breakfast person. It was not a meal I acknowledged except when it was forced on me as a school-going girl. And even though a proper breakfast was cooked in my house every morning, I preferred to drink multiple cups of coffee and maybe have a slice of toast or some biscuits.…
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We moved homes earlier this year, for the fifth time in our ten-year marriage, and this time, making it ours felt much more meaningful. As a subconscious rule, we tend to start fiddling about with furniture, tchotchkes and art, etc, after a month or two of living in that house. It’s impossible to know what…
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One of my favourite memories of summer spent with my aunts and cousins is of all us girls being rounded up to have our hair oiled, one after the other. My mother and her sisters would sit in a circle with steel bowls of castor and coconut oil next to them. And we would sit…
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I had an unusual start to the Diwali weekend. October was an oddly frustrating month for me, with unexpected delays and a dental surgery messing up my calendar. As the festive weekend came around, I was feeling more than a little out of sorts, and then my neighbour asked if I wanted to accompany her…
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I am often told that my writing feels light to read, and I’ve always taken that as a compliment, which I hope it is. I like writing about what I cook and eat; what I feel about dogs, clothes, flowers, books and poetry; my relationship with my house and my city; and sometimes about grief.…
Chinmayee Manjunath 