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!
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?