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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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Different

Vidya Sury Diwali

Today is Diwali, Mi. But none of that gangasnanam, Deebavali marundu, oil bath, sweets and the like. This year, we’re super low key. It is almost as though we don’t celebrate this festival. Except we did. In a very different way. This year, instead of the traditional things, we created...

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Pause

Pause Vidya Sury

As usual, I took a break today to look at some old photos. You know how it is – look at one, and it triggers a few more albums…and memories that surround the photos. Today I was looking at our Dharamsala trip photos. What a lovely trip it was – we...

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Magic

vidya sury magic

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

vidya sury coffee with mi

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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