I can smell the onions. They caramelize, they stick to the pan. I can hear her scraping. I can see the fresh bread. “French onion soup”, she says. How do I tell her? All I want is rice and my mother’s rasam. I grinned a … Continue reading Comfort food
His angst consumed him. He found himself saying things he had previously not dared to. He spoke of the discrimination faced by those like him. He spoke of the absence of dignity in their work. He demanded gloves. -He woke up. The sunlight made him … Continue reading An unbearable existence
For plot of NH10, click here. Disturbing. We have violence (a lot of it) and misogynistic men (and women). Hyper-reality. Can Meera's story happen to any woman? I think yes, we would be able to accommodate a situation such as this, if we stretched reality … Continue reading NH10
I need money for my school project! Your friend from Sydney called. What is for dinner? He is going to a movie tomorrow. When Mother returns, we make it clear we need her to take charge of our home (immediately).
Her work day always started at 9 am. She took breaks from her cleaning and sweeping to pore over a mathematics textbook. Why do you do that? I asked her. A broad smile. So I can teach my six year old daughter!
Thirty months after I left for the US, I returned home for a three week vacation. And the first visit I paid was to the librarian (at the library near my house of course). I may have heard my mother almost-grumbling, But you haven't even seen … Continue reading From Mills & Boon to Murakami
There is so much content available on the internet today that I am tempted to brush it off as "rubbish". Every week somebody comes up with a 200 word article (or listicle) on "Why X is better than Y", two days after which somebody else … Continue reading One more non-specific rant