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‘Come September ‘was popular tune played at Parsi Navjotes and weddings in the 60’s. It was also a favourite with Nankhatai bands that played it with gusto while the Bandmaster waved his baton and directed the musicians. And whenever September comes around, I remember this song. I can hardly believe that the first week of… Read more
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“Sssh, go back to sleep,” Bheema shushed the baby in the middle of the night. It was hot and humid and she felt equally uncomfortable squashed between the children. She was wondering when it would rain. “Aji, it’s hot,” whined the three year old. “I can’t sleep.” “Sssh. You’ll wake the others. ” “But I… Read more
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Last night after dinner we heard the drums beating frenziedly downstairs. So we rushed out to the balcony and saw a sea of orange-clad devotees saying goodbye to Lord Ganesh in a raucous procession. While the festival is for ten days, many households keep him only for one and a half days. (Since we have… Read more
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