Category: memories

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...

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Perspective

I am thinking of that diamond ring I got for your 50th birthday, Mi. The diamond with two little corals on either side. So pretty. And the diamond? Blink-and-you’d-miss-it small. That’s all I could afford that time, but oh, you loved it and I was so proud I got a...

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Joy Of Missing Out #JOMO

Coffee With Mi Vidya Sury

I am happy to enjoy the JOMO, Mi. We still enjoy listening to the radio, getting into a tizzy over what the next song will be and humming along. Watching classics on TV. Although, I use the word classics quite loosely. It seems that these days, classes can be anything...

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Splash!

Last night, it happened again. Just as we were winding up the kitchen, done with dinner and clearing up, “toink” went the tumbler full of excellent coffee decoction, dashing all my dreams of delicious cups of coffee today. This time it decided to splatter every surface, including the stuff under...

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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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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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