“I wish I had another pair of hands”, mamma says as she stirs her coffee mug with one hand, and irons her uniform with the other. She has always been a multi-tasker, reading while cooking, writing while watching a movie, doing laundry, while speaking on the phone, the list is endless- like goddess Durga, a … Continue reading unOrdinary
Ursus Arctos. The supposed villain in the story of three friends who went to the forest where one ran away, the second climbed up a tree and the third pretended to be dead. The first ever story I heard in Dalhousie was that of a cantonment guard who could’ve been killed but was spared with … Continue reading Bear-o-phobia
This may not be suitable for all audiences. Content Warning – Death of a dear one, denial. Death is a weird weird thing. Just when you are least expecting it, a friend, a parent, grandparent, a friend’s parent, pet or relative, gone. As a child, there was nothing scarier than death. No I wasn’t scared … Continue reading The last breath
I trip on absolutely nothing and fall face first onto pavements, I walk into non-existent poles and get bitten by invisible insects. Secretly, I am a clumsy 70 year old gra’mma. Umhm u read that right. Mamma says I was a comparatively healthy kid and by healthy, she means “Thank God I can fix it … Continue reading Tra la la la.. crash!
Haircuts were like wanting to touch your nose with your tongue; impermissible, unless you were a giraffe. “Hair is beauty, hair is gift and hair is a treasure that has to be nursed and nurtured like a li’l baby”- this resonated within the walls of my house to a point where I realised even the … Continue reading Tresse-meh
I am miles away from gran’ma. Away in a city, she’s never been to, a city she fears might change me. “You can always call me Angu. Don’t mind the distance okay?”, she had reminded me. She calls me every week, sometimes twice a week asking about my health, food, college and holidays, and she … Continue reading Grandma’s Reel Reminiscence
I spent a good amount of my summer breaks eating Velyaunty’s pidi (rice dumpling)and kozhi (chicken) curry, roasting stolen cashews at her firewood stove, munching on delicious kozhalappam’s and murukk, throwing pebbles into a deep pond near their house, the constant “I think I saw a snake there” or “don’t lean too much on that … Continue reading Since when did dams become fascinating?Bhoothathankettu, the story!