Category: reflections

Pickled

Pickled Coffee With Mi Vidya Sury

You know we hardly made any carrot halwa this winter, Mi. The delhi carrot is slowly phasing out of its season and can you imagine, I’ve only made the halwa once, what with Sury traveling or not really feeling inclined to enjoy it on his own as Vidur isn’t around....

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Books, clothes and sunshine

books clothes coffee vidya sury

Lethargic days are here, which is to say summer has officially come. Apparently we had the highest Feb temp recorded in ten years, Mi. I can believe it. The fan whirrs on stoically, recirculating the hot air. Just stepping out into the verandah to hang out clothes to dry is...

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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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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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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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