And so the story goes

vidya sury coffee with mi

Funny…and amazing how life goes on, Mi. It is 6 years now since Fe 8, 2010. For me the day dawned much like every day the past week – rather dull. I am hating the smell of turpentine, what with having to put ear drops four times a day. It...

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Playing it by ear

Vidya Sury Playing it by ear

When I told T I had a bleeding ear, she thought I was just being foul mouthed. Funny thing is, this time I actually meant it literally. As in 1 ear, bleeding. It is true what you used to say, Mi. Most times we bring on our own troubles. We...

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The Softest Baby Skin

Softest Baby Skin Vidya Sury

Babies. Just the word brings on such a happy smile and warm feelings. Our entire being fills with peace. We think of innocence, soft skin, delightful gurgles and cuddly sweet-smelling bundles. Our Vidur was all of that, wasn’t he, Mi? Do you remember the day we brought him home? He...

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Moved

Coffee With Mi Vidya Sury

I advertised on a couple of sites to sell our washing machine and “bedset” as they call a cot and mattress, Mi. I am totally in the space-making mode now. Contrary to the belief that everything goes like “hot cakes” there, the enquiries were few and far between. Except one,...

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Time and Again

Time and Again Coffee With Mi Vidya Sury

And yet again, we watched Waqt, one of the better films that keeps getting aired on TV, Mi. Of course, our theory is that the disc is right on top of the pile and they’re too lazy to actually plan what to show…but we don’t ┬ámind. It is better than...

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Four

four vidya sury

I had a hilarious time booking 4 taxis before actually having one arrive today, Mi. As exciting as it is to be able to just open an app and call a taxi, it isn’t always what it seems. A wait time of 5 min before booking usually transforms to 20...

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Coconuts

coconuts vidya sury

I was the proud recipient of five coconuts over the last two weeks, thanks to haldi kumkum for the festivals gone by, Mi. 5 wasn’t a big number to go donate to the ashram, like we used to, those days. I remembered how we’d collect 15-odd coconuts and go give...

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