Indira Ganesan

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Archive for March 2016


A ritual that occurs at some point in most of our lives is clearing the home after the death of a parent.  I am helping my mom this weekend clear closets and drawers to help get ready to put her house on the market.  We move slowly.  We stop and read letters, look at diplomas and photographs, and argue over garbage bags.  In the back of almirah, we find a […]

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Of course it came,

in thick wet flakes,

this ballet, this March.

Indira Ganesan, Dreams of Tibet, 2016

Indira Ganesan,Tulips in snow, 2016  Indira Ganesan, More Tulips in Snow, 2016
Indira Ganesan, Under the Arch, 2016 Indira Ganesan, Snow Bell on Left, 2016

Snow, Snowflake, Snow

Three Whistle Potatoes For a few weeks now, I’ve harbored a craving for alu mutter, that glorious Punjabi dish of potato and peas soaked in a tomato based sauce tinged with cumin, coriander, mustard, asafeodita, red pepper, garlic, ginger, and onion.  There you have it, the ingredients for a dish to be sopped by handfuls of poori, that delicate wheat bread that puffs up to a golden pillow in hot oil.  I […]

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