Category Zephyr Times

Train friends and Tiffin Carriers

Train travel was magic in motion, at least for the kids, no matter how hot it was, no matter if the berths were just hard wooden slats.

A ‘no-camera’ moment

Sometimes an image captured by our eyes and imprinted in our memories is more enduring and evocative than one captured on film.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life!

The fact that we have woken up in the morning means that we have been given another chance to better the previous day and ourselves.

Memories wrapped in melody

I have collected everything from pebbles to seashells to stamps to books, to sundry other stuff including carefully smoothed out candy wrappers over the years. I thought of them as hobbies, but all of them eventually disappeared – either given away, lost or simply discarded. But one collection has not only remained intact, but has […]

A bagful of treasures

We go through life collecting treasures of precious memories — to hold close to our heart and pull out one at a time to savour at leisure.

Feminism and the Gen X woman

The issues confronting women were and still are infinitely more serious and life-changing than making choices about the size one wants to be, go pubbing or have sex outside marriage.

Of mice and boy

The boy had learnt his lesson in compassion from two mice – one a big field rat in a trap and one a tiny dead mouse.

The Yin and Yang of Cybernag

Zephyr or Cybernag? It was hard to choose and so they both stayed — one my name and the other, the name of my blog.

When recycling was a way of life

A pencil extender from my childhood set this post off.

Close encounters of the river kind

Though I had lived in cities with some beautiful rivers, it wasn’t till I set my eyes on the Ganga that I fell in love with a river for the first time in my life.

WhatsApp to the world?

If I feel left out of ‘shares’ and forwards by friends and family, because I don’t use a smartphone, it is more than offset by my relief at not riding the tiger.

Library Aunty

Most of the children who came to her library knew her only as Library Aunty and the name stuck.

Beauty is a smile and silver hair!

All it needs to brighten up an aged, lined face is a smile and a crown of grey/silver.