Mahesh Sowani

The Bus

April 24, 2023

‘Baba I don’t like travelling by car. The next time we go, you go by car. I and mumma will come by bus.’ My six years old daughter Niva said. She dislikes travelling by car. She finds it quite boring. ‘Bhikeche Dohale.’ My mother said. This phrase in Marathi literally...

The House that I (don’t) Own

March 27, 2023

‘Baba, aren’t we rich?’ My six years old daughter Niva asked me. ‘What makes you ask that?’ I asked her. ‘Our neighbours have a two storeyed house. We live in a single storeyed house. Why don’t we live in a two storeyed house like them?’ She asked. I didn’t have...

The Champa Tree

March 15, 2023

The Champa tree, in front of my house, stood all decked up like a newlywed bride. It wasn’t much tall, almost of my height. It had branched out in all directions. There were the green leaves and fragrant white flowers with a tinge of yellow between them. I would pluck...

To the Fair…

March 3, 2023

After undergoing the scalpel for hernia, I was homebound for two weeks. “Everyone is going to the village fair,” Niva my six years old daughter said. “We will go too,” I said. ‘But your hernia?’ ‘I will drive slowly.’ I said. ‘No. We can’t run the risk.’ ‘Don’t worry sweetie....

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