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• on Aug 28, 2016 in friendship school life schoolmemories
  Our beacon light“St Josephs be our beacon light, in this wild and tempestuous night..Be our radiant, guiding star o’er life’s troubled seas, till dawns eternity”Some songs are so much a part of you, that the lyrics and the  melody  ...
• Take a little time – a note to my son from my 11 year old self
  on Aug 5, 2016 in birthday growing up memories
  Dear Kanna,If you can stretch your imagination far enough to a time, when you were a figment of imagination yourself, you can see her sitting crossed leg on the floor. She is wearing a blue frock, the color of the summer sky seen through wisps of tat...
• The language of God
  on Jun 10, 2016 in ancestral home grandmother memories Rumi silence
    As the car winds its way through the narrow roads of the quaint little village of Elangoor, sandwiched between layers of verdant greenery, spilling on to the sun dappled streets, my son is enthralled by the sheer beauty of the place. Loca...
• A whiff of petrichor
  on Apr 2, 2016 in gardening organic garden terrace garden
  There is something so incredibly heady and refreshing about the scent of freshly harvested mint, that makes you want to close your eyes and let it permeate your senses. It lingers long afterwards, clinging to the tip of your fingers and wafting past...
• Becoming Real
  on Feb 10, 2016 in Books Margery williams Real Skin horse The velveteen rabbit
  'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most o...
• Becoming Real
  on Feb 10, 2016 in children's books classics love The velveteen rabbit
  'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most o...
• Like a mother
  on Jan 22, 2016 in dosa food memories mother moussaka
  One of the things I enjoy most during trips to my parent’s house, is the opportunity to ask exciting questions like “What are we having for breakfast today?” “Is that masala being prepared for tonight’s chicken curry?” or answer contented...
• Softly falls the shiuli flowers
  on Nov 23, 2015 in aunt love tea
  It was a warm sunny day when I first arrived there; my aunt’s house, which would be my home for the next 10 months, while I completed a course and contemplated on my academic future. I remember that the clouds were scattered like white cotton candy...
• Children Of a lesser god?
  on Nov 14, 2015 in female foeticide gender equality sex determination
  I am so lucky; I am going to be part of a wonderful family. How do I know this, you ask? After all I’m just the size of a peapod, with only a tiny fingerprint to claim as my own; a three month old foetus nestled safely in the cosy confines of my ma...
• The memory keepers
  on Sep 11, 2015 in ageing grandmother growing old memories
  "Has my aunt come?” she enquires. I notice a rare glint of excitement in her eyes. Trying not to show the rising panic in me, I reply in an almost bored voice, as if she has asked me what the time is. “Ammumma*, we are in Chennai, at my hous...

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