My father's radio was a Philips transistor — dark brown bakelite with a round dial and a little orange needle that moved when you turned the tuning knob. It sat on the shelf above the desk in his study, next to a bottle of Parker ink and a small brass Ganesh that had been given to him by his own father.

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My Father's Radio

Family

Manoj Rajput Jun 9

Ages 18–40 हिं

The rules of rooftop cricket were complicated, specific, and entirely our own.

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The Cricket Match on the Rooftop

Friendship

The rules of rooftop cricket were complicated, specific, and entirely our own.

Manoj Rajput Jun 8

Ages 18–40 हिं

It was always the same ritual. School ended, report card was collected (quickly folded and placed face-down in the bag), and within a week the suitcases came out from under the bed — the big brown ones with the brass combination locks that nobody remembered the combination to, so we just kept them open.

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Bachpan Diaries · 3 min read

Summer Holidays at Nani Ghar

Festivals

Manoj Rajput Jun 7

Ages 13–17 हिं

The bicycle had been his father's before it was his — a sturdy Hero Ranger, painted blue, with a tiny rust spot near the left pedal that his father had never got around to fixing.

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Kisse Kahani · 2 min read

The Blue Bicycle

Family

The bicycle had been his father's before it was his — a sturdy Hero Ranger, painted blue, with a tiny rust spot near the left pedal that his father had never got around to fixing.

Manoj Rajput Jun 6

Ages 13–17 हिं

Every year before the monsoon arrived, Meera would place her collection of empty glass bottles on the windowsill of her room — seven of them, each a different size, each saved from the kitchen over the months before.

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Kisse Kahani · 2 min read

The Girl Who Collected Rain

Nature

Manoj Rajput Jun 5

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