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Category: bringing up mother

  • Uir spyug friends.

    Somewhere a bird sings, its chant hang plaintive and melancholy fills in the still air… I think it’s a lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them you will hear its mate call back in a moment. The silent woods that…

  • Lif-tick lore

    We were in class three, the parents day, our class was to perform the folk dance called Koravanji. The checked cotton sari’s collected beads chains and ear hoops, colourful flowers, bells on the feet. Mothers had diligently packed the list the teachers gave and we went to school “half day” on reaching the school in…

  • Kaadige kathai

    Or may be I should say Racoon Eyes 🙂 Ragini kaki was the most vibrant of all my aunt’s so was Mala Aunty. Somehow Mala Aunty always preferred the use of “Uncle” and “Aunty” over Kaki and mama as we normally called our maternal uncles and aunt. Ragini Kaki always preferred “snow” over”lactocalamine”. Every time…

  • Meet, Platinum

    Gold the most common metal used for jewellery in india, silver is second in the lower income market and platinum in the upwardly mobile crowd. Gold as we all know look, beautiful, bright, shiny yellow, and is rated in carats, pure gold is too soft. Other metals are used to strengthen it, in the south…

  • Bombay smell!

    Smelly to smiley.– www.facebook.com/AmbiPurIndia “Bombay smell” my 2 ½ yr. Old daughter had declared. We were amused then. We were amused again, when she declared it as we entered a flat that was shut for about a year. The smell was stagnant water and rotting sewer. but then I realized the there were no good…

  • The Whiff of lost friend.

    My closest friends are books, in the human world it used to be Anupa. Jarod Kintz wrote,”flowers and fear are a lot alike, for one flowers and fear have a distinct smell, and two I’m currently trying to grow both in my garden.” Anupa my friend and I sat on the rocks of Manipal, they…