We are, you know. Every other day, there’s this news splash, followed by outrage over molestation of women. Disgusting, I know. And of course, like every other woman/person reading these accounts, my blood boils and recalls incidents from my own life, some where I reacted, and some where I didn’t.…
Posts published in “reflections”
If we were having coffee–and of course we would–I’d tell you I woke up with butterfingers today, again, Mi. Everything I picked up, slipped off my hands, slipped from my hands. The worst was dropping a bowl of really hot oats straight from the stove to the counter. Eww. Just…
Mi, if we were having coffee–as we used to, at least four times a day–I would always have so much to tell you. I smile at the thought of Sury constantly puzzled by what we could possibly have, to talk about, all the time. Obviously a lifetime wasn’t enough. Right…
So another year bites the dust, Mi. I am tickled pink to think that when you were this age, I was already 35. Crazy no? It is, considering that you are no longer around. And that pisses me off big time more often than ever, these days. But first, I want to…
I was listening to One Sweet Day by Boyz II Men and Mariah Carey. Oh yes, full volume, because it is such a beautifully recorded song. Half way through the song, of course, I found myself sobbing. Could be because it is the 8th, could be because of extreme nostalgia.…
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,…