A low key festival

So I did it again, Mi! For the second time in my life, I celebrated Ganesh Chaturti without Kozhukkattai. What to do? I wouldn’t exactly say no takers, but we both decided that they taste sweeter when Vidur’s home. So I compromised with the family favorite – the paruppu payasam,...

More

So long, Farewell

vidya sury bouquet

Not sure if I told you, Mi, although I’ve been talking nonstop to you in my head, we bid our beloved futon farewell. Yep, in line with my urge to purge, I made a list with Vidur’s help and consent. In the list were the futon, full of memories, the...

More

Roasting, Grinding, Rejoicing

On Friday, after I got back from the gym, I felt restless, Mi. So I did what I do best. I got busy in the kitchen, because ya know, there’s always a long list of must-do’s at the top of the to-do’s. Oy, which reminds me, the amla is patiently...

More

Miles to go before I sleep

Promises to keep Vidya Sury

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. How amused you were when I would pinch my throat and say “mother promise” when you wanted my confirmation that I would really...

More

Of Wishful Thinking

Wishful thinking Vidya Sury

I remember how, when I was five-ish, and spent the afternoons filling Paati’s ears with my stories, she would say, “Think good thoughts, for yourself and others. Go ahead and wish for what you want. There’s a guardian angel sitting on your right shoulder, listening, waiting to make all your...

More

Maudlin

tiny shoes vidya sury

These days, my middle name is Maudlin, Mi. Yes. Foolishly sentimental and emotional. Perhaps being a Mom does that to me. Although, why not? You loved me as much as, if not more than I love my son, so you’d understand. Good ol’ unconditional love. It has this freaky habit...

More

Memory lane and a red bra

memories and nostalgia vidya sury

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...

More
%d bloggers like this: