Have I met you before?

What if: I don't remember the smell of cooking that sticks to my mother's saree? I walk through the street and wonder why my senses are being assaulted by the tiffen centre, flour mill and coffee beans being ground; not realising that it's the way … Continue reading Have I met you before?

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Honey, Sunny, and National Integration

I suppose my work place is more representative of India than most other work places in Chennai. Malayalis take over the number one spot owing to sheer number, we have an equal number of Telugu and Tamil speaking people, some North Indian girls (lack of … Continue reading Honey, Sunny, and National Integration