The 1st of December marked a year since the incessant rains in Chennai that lasted days and led to the unforgettable flooding that caused many to flee their homes in the wee hours of the morning. Pers...
For some strange reason, I became very introspective this Diwali. Probably because for three continuous nights, I was out for festival dinners with family and friends. All three days were with differe...
I answered the doorbell. Two young women, probably in their early 20s, smiled brightly at me and said, "Good morning Ma'am! Can we speak to you for a few minutes?" They were decently clothed, each carrying a backpack, and looked like the office-going women one sees everyday on the streets."May we come in?" They asked sweetly, totally ignoring my perplexed expression.
My own mother was so busy working full-time and keeping house, she hardly had the luxury of a leisurely chat with me. Though she was a rock solid influence in shaping my health, conscience and general happiness, my emotional growth was pretty much dependant on my grandmothers, aunts, older cousins or sometimes even neighbours.
Exactly 15 days before I wrote this post, I fled from home, jumping on to a rescue boat from my first floor balcony. The boat bobbed a few feet above my husband's SUV. Once we jumped in, we zipped and zoomed against the flowing current for the scariest eight minutes of my life.
I remember sitting at my desk brooding about the whole thing. At that point I didn't care if he was drunk or irresponsible or anything. All I could remember was a kind old man, who'd made me feel good about myself and gave me what I needed most at that time - self esteem.
Recently, I bought a choppu set (miniature kitchen utensils) for a friend's daughter. Delightedly, she ran to her room to start playing. After a while, she came back to us, looking puzzled. "Amma, what's this?" she asked, holding up a kal-ural (grinding stone). "It's something you use to grind mavu for idli," my friend explained. "But how?" the little girl demanded.