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Past Continuous: AUTOGRAPH, PLEASE!
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The blog that memories built. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. Have you ever given an autograph? I have. Three days a week, for nearly two years. Who's that lunatic, obsessed fan.are you thinking? Please do not go by my current state of middle-aged aunty-hood. At that time, I was a svelte seventeen. I was a boarder at Lady Brabourne College Hostel in Calcutta, and I used to autograph an egg. With an indelible ball-point pen three days a week (give or take a day here and there). Actually, for home-cooked food.
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Past Continuous: STARRY-EYED DREAMS
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The blog that memories built. Friday, September 30, 2011. When I was a young girl, I had a lot of dreams. Big ones, little ones, recurring ones, once-in-a-while ones. Dreams of all sorts, shapes, and sizes. THAT ELSEWHERE WOULD BE UNFIXED, VAGUE, CHANGING WITH WHATEVER BOOK I WOULD BE READING AT THE MOMENT. It could be Kolkata.which in my childhood dreams had a buzz and bustle that was was belied in reality. It could be anywhere but the still centre that was Barrackpore. September 30, 2011 at 5:13 PM.
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Past Continuous: December 2010
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The blog that memories built. Tuesday, December 14, 2010. IF WINTER COMES, CAN LEP BE FAR BEHIND? Global Warming has perhaps affected us in strange ways. One of them being the disappearance of the " lep. From Bengali lives and households. Is a warm blanket made of thin red cotton (called ' shalu. With cotton stuffing inside. Which makes it the softest, cuddliest, cosy-est, snuggliest coverlet possible. The North Indians had their ' kambals. The Marwaris had their ' rajais. For us in winter, the lep.
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Past Continuous: January 2011
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The blog that memories built. Thursday, January 13, 2011. Fresh juicy oranges bursting in the mouth and dribbling down. The aroma of nalen gur. Through the swirls of mist at dawn. The sweet heat of the sun warming our backs at noon. Shelling peas and popping them on lazy afternoons. Dark gooey mysterious plum cakes at and after Christmas. Crunchy walnut brownies stashed away in tiffin dabbas. Picnics with badminton racquets and tape-recorders and friends. Discovering new books at the Kolkata Book Fair.
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Past Continuous: April 2011
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The blog that memories built. Thursday, April 14, 2011. A BAG FULL OF MEMORIES. As a young girl, rummaging through my Dida's. Cupboard) on a summer noon, I came across a stiff, boxy, bronze-coloured 'ladies' bag' with a short shoulder-strap, the kind carried by yesteryear heroines. Like Nanda and Asha Parekh, swinging it along with their hair and hips when the handsome hero serenaded them. Now, at my age, it is so much easier! Much later, I saw some faded sepia photographs of my Dida. And that bag became...
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Past Continuous: THE FIRST SHIFT
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The blog that memories built. Thursday, June 23, 2011. The first time I shifted house was a time I cannot even remember. I was all of one-and-a-half. My father had been posted in Santaldih, where he was working as an Electrical Engineer with the West Bengal State Electricity Board. So, after the mandatory hospital-stay and the two-month recuperating period at her mother's house, my Maa turned up with me in tow at my father's single-storey government bungalow in Santaldih. I have no personal memories of S...
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Past Continuous: April 2012
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The blog that memories built. Wednesday, April 25, 2012. Have you ever given an autograph? I have. Three days a week, for nearly two years. Who's that lunatic, obsessed fan.are you thinking? Please do not go by my current state of middle-aged aunty-hood. At that time, I was a svelte seventeen. I was a boarder at Lady Brabourne College Hostel in Calcutta, and I used to autograph an egg. With an indelible ball-point pen three days a week (give or take a day here and there). Actually, for home-cooked food.
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Past Continuous: October 2011
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The blog that memories built. Thursday, October 20, 2011. Pardon the cheesy title. I was watching 36 Chowringhee Lane. The other day. It's a movie anybody who is old, or is growing old, or is refusing to grow old, should watch. But this is not about the movie. Its about Shakespeare. That's because, the central character, when she is at her loneliest, most betrayed, most hurt moment, quotes from King Lear. Understandable, she is a Shakepeare teacher after all. It is about Kajaldi, at Presidency College.
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Past Continuous: December 2011
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The blog that memories built. Monday, December 19, 2011. JOYRIDE ON A TRAIN? Today, I have to travel daily in local trains to reach my workplace. Trains hold no thrills for me, only the dreary utility of getting from home to work in the shortest possible time. Years ago, it was different. Trains were an occasional thrill, not an everyday chore. Trains were meant to take us to Calcutta for a picnic, or to exotic locations like the zoo/museum/New Market/ P.C. Sorcar's. Looking at the gradually crowding tra...
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