Grandma’s Reel Reminiscence

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


Have you been to my hometown?

After all the, "I was born here, brought up there, went to school somewhere and lived longest elsewhere"...this is the closest I have come to experiencing what it feels like to describe home. Gra’mma, well past her 60s, tells me stories that are not written down anywhere. Stories that my parents no longer remember. Long … Continue reading Have you been to my hometown?