Music and Memory Wormholes

Over the past few years, my fondness for the absence of music grew quite deeper than I anticipated. I do listen to most things that fall behind, between, and beyond Bohemian Rhapsody and My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard. But it's mostly a background process even when there is nothing running in the foreground. Somehow,... Continue Reading →

In Memoriam: The National Museum of Natural History

Every year the Class Teacher would invite articles for the school magazine. For the longest time none of mine were published. Finally, Gingi obliged to write a poem for me. It went like this, I have a puppy She is very chubby Her name is Cutie She is a real beauty Playing with her is a... Continue Reading →

Good Old Days

Do you remember the good old days when young(er) adults used to roll their eyes at unsolicited advice? Like when adult-er adults used to remind them that they’re in their twenties or even worse, late twenties, and that they should probably get married, and then went on to give well-intended career tips and pointers. Apparently not,... Continue Reading →

If You’re Appi and You Know It…

There comes a time in almost every Trivandrum kid’s childhood when we do a double take mentally, physically and spiritually as we get adorably addressed as ‘Appi’ for the very first time in our lives. For most of us it will be our first tryst with the concept of duality and the sheer force with... Continue Reading →

28

My 28 year old self wants to thwack my 26 year old self for not paying attention when her wiser friends were exchanging bhindi recipes because when you’re far away from home, there are only so many days you can survive by sniffing scraped-clean beef pickle jars or on Kurkure Corn Puffs. On other days,... Continue Reading →

Potterica

[Me]: *Combing my hair. Hair Falling. Ignoring.* [Me in the mirror]: *stares back with dung under nose expression* [Me]: *Comb, comb. Turns bald.* [MITM]: Why do you always wear that T-shirt? You should wear something brighter. [Me]: This T is as big as the void in my heart and as grey as my soul. Stop... Continue Reading →

Charming India

Sometimes when you move around a bit, you see these intriguing sights and objects that broaden your worldly knowledge and make you grow as a person. Spotted outside the Jaisalmer Fort, this magic bed linen is crafted by the artisans of Rajasthan and marketed by someone who has scaled Maslow's pyramid in one go. It comes with prescribed spouse-quantity and... Continue Reading →

It’s Better Not to Spoil than to Put on the Hashtag of Spoiler Alert

A probably rainy morning in June, twelve years ago; I had successfully stayed away from watching television for two days and kept the newspaper at a distance. Achan confirmed my worst fears as I was about to leave for school. Malayala Manorama had pulled a Malayala Manorama. They had, for real, gone ahead and revealed... Continue Reading →

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