I DIAGRESS Movies, Books and More Soft Light & Loud Laughs Mythos
Friends laughing over cutting chai on stone steps under a mango tree at dusk, a schoolboy, an old woman, a cat and a sleeping dog among them; steam from the chai rises into happy scenes: a single-screen cinema with a queue, a comic thief with a sack, a plate of pav bhaji, a smiling ghost checking his pocket watch, a boy running with a samosa, a Christmas party, a football match, a wedding fire, and cheerful little Grahas in a ring as one sneaks off with a pot of Amrut

Just GibberishThree rooms, one chai

I DIAGRESS

We started talking about a story and ended up weaving our own stories.

Films, books and plays. A 1990s Pune childhood. Old gods and nine Grahas. Three rooms around one tea stall, and conversations that never take the short way round.

A note before we wander

Every conversation here starts somewhere sensible.

The house ruleThis isn't a review section. This is where stories start conversations.

A film, usually. Or a book, or a play somebody's uncle swears he saw on opening night. Then the film reminds us of a maths teacher, the maths teacher reminds us of a samosa that was supposed to stay free forever, and somehow the samosa ends up in Ravan's court with nine planets in attendance.

That is the whole method. I Diagress is three rooms off the same street, and the doors between them are always open. Walk into one, leave by another.

Pull up a stool.

The map of wrong turns

All Digressions

Every story from all three rooms, on one long and badly planned road. Filter by room or by how much chai you have left, or just keep walking.

Walk the whole road →
A sunny illustrated map at dusk: a dotted road wanders from a boy and his dog past a river bridge and a little train, a pav bhaji stall, a single-screen cinema, a school gate under a crescent, a football field, a hostel with waving boys, a tea stall under a mango tree, a Christmas party, a fair with a giant wheel and a wedding pandal, up to cheerful little Grahas in the sky as one runs off with a pot of Amrut