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Deepika Khatri

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Newsletter · By Deepika Khatri · English · Official site

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Sep 21, 2026
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  1. Issue · Sep 21, 2026

    Pincode: 744101 (opens the original)

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    I remember the pale blue inland letter. The sticky glue flaps and strips that denoted where to fold. Amma kept a stationary drawer for letter writing. Envelopes. Cards. Paper. For regular missives to my grandmother who lived in Madras, inland letters were the frugal choice. In the late 80s, they were priced between 35-50 paise.On Sunday, after a coconut oil head massage and bath, hair wrapped in a thorthu, my sister and I would sit on a mattress on the floor by a big sliding window overlooking t

  2. Issue · Aug 18, 2026

    Everything you cannot see (opens the original)

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    Barren earth. Scorched to a blackened brown. Hard. Unyielding. A place where nothing grows. Wait, wait. Turn your face to the sky. Breathe. Breathe deeply. Petrichor. The scent of rain drops touching dry earth. The smell of mitti. Slow down. Green shoots pushing out of the soil. Between rocks. From cracks and crevices. Brick and wall. Wait a little longer. Fungi has appeared. On deadwood. On a bed of fallen leaves. A flowery head. Others sporting hats. Stepping stools. Right there, in colours bu

  3. Issue · Jul 21, 2026

    A love (lost and found) (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThere’s a colour I loved that infuses when you pour hot water over threads of zaffran in a cup. Perhaps you know it by another name? saffron a colour I once claimed. I found it in my favourite saree a kota cotton my grandmother wore that drapes across the hips light as a breeze then drifts up to graze my shoulder. I found it in genda hot bright orange whose petals I would pull apart to adorn my front door when Diwali came ar

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