Taaru’s birthday is coming up and I ordered some books. Since she was around, I asked Hari, “Should we get a T-O-Y?” spelling it out, so that she doesn’t understand. Well, she didn’t understand anything. But she still replied immediately,… Continue Reading →
I have always been scared of death, I won’t lie. But now it has become scarier. If earlier, the fear was of leaving behind my little world ever since I found my family, and all the things that I’ve wanted… Continue Reading →
A few weeks back, I saw a sudden outrage about the latest editions of Roald Dahl classics being censored to remove several objectionable words. It took me some time to read up on what exactly the issue was. And when… Continue Reading →
A few years back I unfriended a schoolmate of mine on Facebook. The reason might seem very silly to you. But I was tired of seeing funeral pictures and videos of his grandmother. I am talking about a huge dump… Continue Reading →
Two days back, Hari and I lost a dear friend. Along with a sense of extreme disbelief, the other feeling that grappled me was guilt. Here was a girl who was the absolute personification of positive energy and selfless love…. Continue Reading →
I removed my bracelet and put it in a tray for security check at the airport. Taaru (at the top of her lungs, in front of all the CRPF personnel, airport staff and other passengers): Amme, why did you take… Continue Reading →
When Anant Ambani got engaged recently, all of Indian social media, or at least most of them, rejoiced – not because they were happy for the couple, but because they knew they could count on the trolls to come out… Continue Reading →
This week, Kerala saw two major tragic events – 1) the accident (if it can even be called that) of a wrongfully operational tourist boat that capsized and killed 22 people and injured 10 more, and 2) the murder of… Continue Reading →
My mother was telling me of a fatal accident that her relative and family met with recently. While speaking about the accident and those involved, she told me that the relative’s son lived with her, along with his wife and… Continue Reading →
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