If only you were here

We were getting ready to attend Smriti Diwas, the annual event at Vidur’s Music School. I couldn’t help thinking of 2008, when he performed solo the very first time. Sury and he went early while you and I were to follow. The autorickshaw arrived, but try as you might, you...


And before I knew it, I had hit ‘Send’.

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And before I knew it, I had hit ‘Send’. As if in slow motion, I saw the words “Your message has been sent. Undo. View Message“. Before I snapped out of the shock, the “Undo” disappeared – fading right before my eyes. There was no reversing that action now. The...


Truly Alive

Time lost, moments missed Words unsaid spill on paper All that’s left is hope ♥ Unshed tears, eyes red Heartbroken, heavy with grief Peace of mind, a dream ♥ Music floods choked brain Blending notes, playing havoc Orchestrating pain ♥ Life‘s rainbow hues glow Painting laughter, joy, fears Hope returns...


Guru Devo Bhava

Happy Teacher’s Day, Mi! I have such happy memories of Teachers’ Day celebrations – both as a student and the short time I substituted as a teacher at your school for three months when Emy went on study leave. What brings a smile to my face is how you used...


Fragrant Memories

Fragrant Memories Coffee With Mi

​Mi, the other day, I opened your cupboard (yes, it will always be your cupboard) to take something out and as usual, fondly stroked your soft leather handbag. As usual, I opened it and sniffed inside, to savor the mixed fragrance of the dried champa petals you always loved to...


Waiting To Exhale

Mi, I feel low. I am trying very hard to yank myself out of it but sometimes, even I don’t succeed. As evidenced by this post’s title and my 55 fiction which you can read shortly. I couldn’t help it. It simply flowed. I am so used to writing full-of-cheer...


Food for the soul

Food for the soul Mi

Mi, I often wonder what is the one thing I can’t live without, when it comes to food. Predictably, the not so unusual answer that consistently comes to mind is curd. Truly, food for the soul. Besides the fact that I grew up with the dear old “thairinjaam” or curd...

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