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The Softest Baby Skin

Softest Baby Skin Vidya Sury

Babies. Just the word brings on such a happy smile and warm feelings. Our entire being fills with peace. We think of innocence, soft skin, delightful gurgles and cuddly sweet-smelling bundles. Our Vidur was all of that, wasn’t he, Mi? Do you remember the day we brought him home? He...

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Time and Again

Time and Again Coffee With Mi Vidya Sury

And yet again, we watched Waqt, one of the better films that keeps getting aired on TV, Mi. Of course, our theory is that the disc is right on top of the pile and they’re too lazy to actually plan what to show…but we don’t  mind. It is better than...

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Journey

We spent a rather quiet day – as in hardly talking, simply because talking triggered a coughing bout! But I must say we’re feeling better, as in not wanting to just lay in bed and hope. Of course, I did nap in the afternoon, simply because I could! Later in...

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Some Days

Vidya Sury Coffee With Mi (2)

Best thing to do when housebound is to go through stuff, or at least a box of stuff, eh, Mi? So I am tackling those years of box files full of neatly filed papers that I’ve no idea whether we need to keep or not. What kind of a sentence...

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Toys

toys vidya sury

I was rummaging through that light blue box with those compartments, Mi, where I used to keep all sorts of knick knacks – if you can call safety pins, lone earrings separated from the set, toe rings, friendship bands, bangles, hairpins, a teeth mould, beads, tie pins and other odds...

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Sampige

Vidya Sury Mi

I always think of you like this. Enjoying your sampige flowers. Even when they’re dry, their fragrance lingers. In your shelf, among your handkerchiefs and pillowcases. Or I could be imagining it, because you always seemed to carry the jasmine and sampige with you. The other day I came across...

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Time

vidya sury memories

The ‘flu is visiting us, so the quiet day at home continues as the sounds and smell of firecrackers fill the air outside, Mi. After a bit of fitful sleep where, in between checking the clock, I dreamed that Pele (yeah, that one!) was chilling in our balcony and I...

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