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


Since when did dams become fascinating?Bhoothathankettu, the story!

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!

Fruitlove and fruitbowls

Amma is a genius. All the overripe plantains lying around unheeded on the table became “Pazham pori” (South Indian Snack), apples and strawberries became milkshakes and bananas cut into thin slices became what amma said was the ‘sacramental host’ or the ‘alter bread’, and we believed her until we actually got a chance to eat … Continue reading Fruitlove and fruitbowls