Saying goodbye, that too to V, is the worst thing, Mi. Gosh, the vacuum he leaves behind is so painful. I keep expecting to see his smiling face all the time. We miss the hugs and cuddles, the conversations. Sure…
Tag: memoir
But then, you were always right. The longer I live, the more I believe in the mother-is-always-right phrase. Just this morning, as I chopped up the bhindi, added the masala and set it to cook on the stove and went…
Happenings. Sounds a lot like extra-terrestrial sightings, right? Well, almost. Let me begin with the pleasanter things that I am now taking for granted. That heart when I pour water on the coffee powder in the filter. The moment I…