Tawas, boxing rings and censored women
The floodlights give a misty glow to the theatre and my mouth is agape, trying to capture the shiny dust floating about. It is my first time at Ranga Shankara...
Nivin Pauly, from the girl who fell in love
I sit on my side of the bed, huddled up with my 3 pillows and heavy quilt. I shut the door of the balcony and bedroom. While Mama prepares something...
“Spiderpig, spiderpig, can he swing from a web?”
In the story I want to tell, it is raining. A little girl sits curled up with her pillows. She is watching Avengers. “I have an army,” she mouths. “We...
“Dose andre idu!”
Sundays were meant for a walk on the quiet roads of Cubbon park, a toy train ride, a handful of kadle kaayi, and if I was lucky, a quick breakfast at a darshini before we made our way back home.
A Case for Nutella, and a Jar for others
If people can move on after broken relationships, I figured I too could get over my jar of acrid Nutella.
Busking through it all
Taking a stroll through Church Street on a Saturday evening can lead one to an array of sights. Families going shopping and youngsters gathering for a good night out are...
Bitter Gourd Better Gourd
A vegetable that is hated by most people because of it’s bitter taste so much so that the very name it holds functions like a disclaimer to the people daring to taste it. However what makes this vegetable special enough for the very few people who love it. How do you learn to like or dislike tastes?
Oru Maanga Katha
Appachan identifies his children based on their food preferences. Akhil is the meat person and that only includes fish. And I’m the fruit person. To be more specific, the mango-person....