Playing Time…

One of the most cherished memories of my childhood was this beautiful teak wood, championship grade carrom board. The old baby pink striker was embossed with a fish that had scales. Eventually, mom got us a pearl white one, which wasn’t as smooth as the pink one, so we never gave up on our old…

Cricket Fever

I love cricket, just like every other regular Indian my age. What irks me most though, is how I lauded for my interest, despite being a girl. The sport has changed over the years, and gone are the days when unfit men would not dive to stop the ball from crossing the boundary line. All…