Thank you for this gorgeous follow up essay on home after the previous poignant one💛 The two, together, form an anthem on what home means✨ Will keep coming back to these words whenever I’m searching for home :)
Also, feeling very lucky to have witnessed you write and share this during our workshop 😌
This is nothing short of sorcery. How your words have continuously played hide and seek with me since 2012. I only know I need these words once they appear in front of me. I am that kid who thinks i am hiding so well and your words are the masterful ‘denner’ with the Dhappa (north Indian 90ies kids will recognise this vocabulary!). Thank you for building such a beautiful home for all of us, where you cook up a storm with delicious meals of words that nourish us with their vulnerability. How did i get so lucky? Itni badhiya daawat. Eid mubarak Natasha! 🤗
Beautiful! I can't explain why but this line really got me: “Tumhare ghar mein deewar to hai nahi, calendar kahan tangoge?”
It is funny and quaint - hanging wall calendars were a definitive part of our childhood that has now vanished. But a house with only windows instead of deewars promises so much light and so many possibilities.
I think little bits of real details in stories and essays ground us somehow. There is a familiar affection and humour in the line. And it evokes memories in all of us.
Thank you for this gorgeous follow up essay on home after the previous poignant one💛 The two, together, form an anthem on what home means✨ Will keep coming back to these words whenever I’m searching for home :)
Also, feeling very lucky to have witnessed you write and share this during our workshop 😌
We will always be home for you, Sanskriti. You have brought so much affection, love, hope and incredible storytelling to the cohorts 🩷
I want this home! I want to at least be able to write about it the way you do Natasha.
Natasha the belonging in your essays is absent in many a home. Thank you for helping all of us find home.
This is nothing short of sorcery. How your words have continuously played hide and seek with me since 2012. I only know I need these words once they appear in front of me. I am that kid who thinks i am hiding so well and your words are the masterful ‘denner’ with the Dhappa (north Indian 90ies kids will recognise this vocabulary!). Thank you for building such a beautiful home for all of us, where you cook up a storm with delicious meals of words that nourish us with their vulnerability. How did i get so lucky? Itni badhiya daawat. Eid mubarak Natasha! 🤗
Eid Mubarak meri jaan Sana 💜💛
I love how you’ve created such a mood with your words. Your home feels lovely and lived in and warm. ❤️
A home as warm, welcoming and loving as you ❤️. A home that reflects you so much, it makes me, the reader, also feel rooted.
Thank you Binu… this is lovely to hear
Beautiful! I can't explain why but this line really got me: “Tumhare ghar mein deewar to hai nahi, calendar kahan tangoge?”
It is funny and quaint - hanging wall calendars were a definitive part of our childhood that has now vanished. But a house with only windows instead of deewars promises so much light and so many possibilities.
I think little bits of real details in stories and essays ground us somehow. There is a familiar affection and humour in the line. And it evokes memories in all of us.
Thanks!
There can be nothing bigger in life than the little moments you have described. Simply beautiful, beautifully simple - as is your forte! 💖🩵💖🩵
Beautiful Natasha