Mi, the other day, I opened your cupboard (yes, it will always be your cupboard) to take something out and as usual, fondly stroked your soft leather handbag. As usual, I opened it and sniffed inside, to savor the mixed fragrance of the dried champa petals you always loved to…
Coffee With Mi
Mi, I feel low. I am trying very hard to yank myself out of it but sometimes, even I don’t succeed. As evidenced by this post’s title and my 55 fiction which you can read shortly. I couldn’t help it. It simply flowed. I am so used to writing full-of-cheer…
Mi, I often wonder what is the one thing I can’t live without, when it comes to food. Predictably, the not so unusual answer that consistently comes to mind is curd. Truly, food for the soul. Besides the fact that I grew up with the dear old “thairinjaam” or curd…
Mi, on Thursday evening, we were chilling at home as usual. It was Independence day and a holiday. I had some vague intention of writing a post about Freedom, but real life intervened and I let it flow. Sometimes we just have to cut out the external noise and enjoy…
So, Mi, it is fiction for you today. The serial sort we often play at home when the power goes out. Chinese Whispers, you know, that fun game where one person whispers a message to another, passing through a series of people until the last player announces the message to…
You know, Mi, each time I think of the phrase ‘give and take‘ I can’t help thinking of T’s Dad. I would go looking for her and while entering her house, see her Dad sitting in the porch. He would call out to T to say “Bunny’s here” and then…