Category: memories

Ironic, but nice

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How crazy is it that I actually ended up making a Thiruvadarai-like kootu and kesari, Mi? I suppose some things just happen because they will and nothing we do can stop them. Bonus? So feel-good without conscious effort. It happened so naturally. Here I was, thinking of that second coffee of...

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Old memories, fresh memories

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Today is Thiruvadirai, Mi. I was smiling fondly at the memory of how much you loved the kali and kootu, and how I’d fuss over eating it. And with all the teasing at home, I’d feel like I was caught between a rock and a hard place–all because of a...

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He who laughs, lasts

he who laughs, lasts. vidya sury

Like a roller coaster ride, that’s what it is like, Mi. Life, I mean. We’re racing through good news, bad news, sad news, and news we are still trying to process, because we can’t decide how we feel about certain things. As I start my day with prayer, and move...

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Memory lane and a red bra

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I stepped out into our verandah this morning, Mi, just to enjoy the no-pigeon-ness. Sure there are feathers floating around but a far cry from the poop carpet. Oh, two glorious weeks of not scraping shit. I still haven’t done anything to beautify the place because it needs another scrubba...

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Perspective

I am thinking of that diamond ring I got for your 50th birthday, Mi. The diamond with two little corals on either side. So pretty. And the diamond? Blink-and-you’d-miss-it small. That’s all I could afford that time, but oh, you loved it and I was so proud I got a...

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Joy Of Missing Out #JOMO

Coffee With Mi Vidya Sury

I am happy to enjoy the JOMO, Mi. We still enjoy listening to the radio, getting into a tizzy over what the next song will be and humming along. Watching classics on TV. Although, I use the word classics quite loosely. It seems that these days, classes can be anything...

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Splash!

Last night, it happened again. Just as we were winding up the kitchen, done with dinner and clearing up, “toink” went the tumbler full of excellent coffee decoction, dashing all my dreams of delicious cups of coffee today. This time it decided to splatter every surface, including the stuff under...

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