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…
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Not sure if I told you, Mi, although I’ve been talking nonstop to you in my head, we bid our beloved futon farewell. Yep, in line with my urge to purge, I made a list with Vidur’s help and consent. In the list were the futon, full of memories, the…
I remember how, when I was five-ish, and spent the afternoons filling Paati’s ears with my stories, she would say, “Think good thoughts, for yourself and others. Go ahead and wish for what you want. There’s a guardian angel sitting on your right shoulder, listening, waiting to make all your…
These days, my middle name is Maudlin, Mi. Yes. Foolishly sentimental and emotional. Perhaps being a Mom does that to me. Although, why not? You loved me as much as, if not more than I love my son, so you’d understand. Good ol’ unconditional love. It has this freaky habit…
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…
Five deaths in the family in the first half of 2016, Mi. If that’s not an indication of how temporary our existence really is, I don’t know what is. It is surreal to receive news of a death. Talk about fragile lives! Do you remember that early morning in July,…