Category: memories

Magic

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Life is like magic, just like you used to say, Mi, although I must confess I never quite believed it. I guess I was too cynical to just accept something like that. But you often said, with your infinite patience that “one day” I would realize many things.  You were...

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Sweat and Tears

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By the way, I am using hair oil disguised as cream from garnier (because I am worth it) and it makes my hair smell like it was just washed – not shampoo fragranced just washed, but wet hair just washed.Freaky.Reminds me of all those days in Madras when we’d double-shampoo...

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Your Song

This song has been playing over and over in my head, partly thanks to Sury singing it whenever it plays on the radio. I love the bond we share, united in remembering you and your very essence when we listen to this song. It played again on the radio yesterday...

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Beliefs

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I was idly looking at the calendar, Mi. You know how amusing it is sometimes to read all the info, most of which doesn’t make much sense to me, or to most people for that matter. Apparently Surya grahanam (Solar Eclipse) is on Sept 13. It reminded me of that...

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This Time Last Year

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This time last year we were all busy settling into the new academic year for what seemed like the most crucial school year for Vidur, Mi. I am in a bit of a trance over how much water has flown under that bridge! After a hectic year that included mostly...

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Liquid Gold or Honey?

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Last week Tanu called as usual and said she had to tell me something before we launched into our marathon conversation, Mi. I had messaged her earlier in the day to tell her my sugar was a bit “up”. So here’s what she said: Take a 1 inch piece of a...

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Chilis in the sun

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I walked to the market today. As convenient as it is to order things online, it can never replace that walk down 8th cross, where lemons are sold in baskets for one-fourths the price in the cheapest supermarket and where I get to see my old friends – the women...

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