The Mandli boys and girls (all over 80) had only one problem in life, which was, where do we enjoy our next Mandli meeting. No one ate after sunset as Meherbai had wisely taught them intermittent fasting, so dinners were out. Breakfasts, lunches and high teas had become common on weekdays. Their last trip to […]
Coomi Kaajwali was one of the last match-makers in the Parsi community. She was excellent in fixing up the perfect matches – so much so that not one couple of hers had divorced over the years. In fact, like fairy-tale endings, ‘they all lived happily ever after’. On a sultry Sunday, after a lunch of […]
As readers know, the khanar-pinar, farnar-harnar members of Meherbai’s Mandli were all over 80 years and yet enjoyed life to the hilt! This time, they decided to go for a day’s picnic to Alibaug by the Ro-Ro ferry. As soon as everyone was on the boat, religious Rutty started doing her Kasti prayers in the Havan-Geh. She had […]
. Now my uncle, Ardeshir, is bit slow. For the first 15 years of his life, he thought only Parsis lived in Maharashtra. (Who said Great idea?? Please don’t say things like that even if it makes good sense!) Of course, geographically speaking, uncle Ardeshir thought that Rustom Baug was Maharashtra. (Again, I’m telling you […]
Meherbai and Merwanji were enjoying their afternoon tea with Khari biscuits and home-made mava cakes. The fragrance of the freshly baked cakes reached the sensitive noses of their obnoxious neighbours, Jaloo and Aloo, who decided to have some under the guise of a courtesy home- visit. Merwanji answered the door since answering doors for the […]