Mother-Me

Mother found me by following a trail of shaky butt prints all over our home and deranged cackling to the final masterpiece where I’d managed to make flowers from the round impressions.

The Nose-Heart Connection

A short piece on long ago memories. I want to smell ice cream the way I did after final exams in school, right before summer vacation began: the cloying smell of cheap sugar and milk melting with the breath of unending freedom. I want to smell fun the way I did at the end of …

The mundane

So, this is another file that was lost among the many many half-written word documents on my desktop. Since I'm unable to remember where I was going with it, and therefore unable to work with it, I'm uploading it.  Jackfruit and Honey Orange jackfruit with honey is a family passion, just like the coconut ice-cream …

Just for now, my happy

This is my random happiness for today. It's a loose weave of thoughts and conversations that kickstarted my day. I'm trying to write regularly but keep going off track. Here's another shot.   Tessa and I have similar nose pins and glasses. She smiles so much. She’s consumed with this freedom that, for me, remains …

Why I’m thinking of Home, Bangalore Days, and Radio Indigo

Moving to Hyderabad was a well thought out plan. I was mentally prepared to leave home, and emotionally desperate to. Though getting accepted by the University of my choice was doubtful, I was prepared to leave and start living alone. I did this knowing my parents would miss me quite a bit, and they allowed …