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Old memories, fresh memories

memories vidya sury

Today is Thiruvadirai, Mi. I was smiling fondly at the memory of how much you loved the kali and kootu, and how I’d fuss over eating it. And with all the teasing at home, I’d feel like I was caught between a rock and a hard place–all because of a...

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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...

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