Author Archives: Neha Viswanathan

About Neha Viswanathan

Neha Viswanathan. City-hopping, trivia-gathering, identity-hunting. Obsessions include culture, social software, cities, literature, internet, music, history, marketplace and anything that doesn't twinkle.

Fiction Fragment games?

3 words anyone? A few stories perhaps… if nothing else. PS – This is how it works. You give me three words that pop into your head – and I try and weave them into a very short story. :)

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Small brain and big names

Viswanathan is not entirely easy to pronounce, but your inability to say it right, has more to do with your unwillingness to learn. If Viswanathan was the name of a wine (Schwarzriesling), a region (Languedoc-Roussillon) or anything that belonged to … Continue reading

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Rockstar

I’ve been a fan of Imitiaz Ali since Socha Na Tha, one of the sweetest films made in the last few years. But Love Aaj Kal was such a disappointment, that I wasn’t sure what to expect from Rockstar. It’s … Continue reading

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On bees

It’s in a country without summer, That I perhaps learn to be gentle. With things like insects and bees. It’s not with annoyance or fear, that I wave you away. Little winged one. I do it to send. You, away … Continue reading

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Parrot for Lali

In the three years since, other birds have hatched. But it’s in parrots, beaks like red chillies, that I suddenly see, you take another flight. Dear Lali, 3 years to the day. Really miss you, with my mind wandering to … Continue reading

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Mausi, Bua etc.

One of the loveliest things about being my age (nearly 30) is how a number of close friends start having babies. And suddenly, just like that, your email inbox is full of pictures. Of babies that can call you Aunty … Continue reading

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Stitch in time

How utterly lovely are these old Singer machines? Gold lettering on a heavy body. I have such fond memories of being asked ‘to help’ my mother by turning the hand wheel. After a while, my hand would tire, and I … Continue reading

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