Chennai is a city, Madras is an emotion.
Madras On My Mind.
Ginger-Molasses Biscuit.
Ginger cookies. I grew up in a semi urban Manipal holidays meant going to “Belmaar” my mother’s ancestral village and home. Where it used to be the time of sugarcane harvest and jaggery making. That was something that we really loved. The first froth would be discarded because it would have husk and other contamination. …
Wish list ter santa.
Its that time of the year, Advent, feast, carols, christmas trees, Just a little request to santa.
Hello santa,
I am pondering over my wish list for Christmas.
This letter is to Santa Claus who sings and lives in the North Pole and not Santa Singh friend of Banta Singh.
I knew of your existences when I was a little girl at Manipal. You were there at the church ,giving us gifts and toffee, Christmas eve. We sang Rudolf the red nosed reindeer, and Jingle bells. Of course we did not ask for gifts or make lists, because those were not the days of flipkart or mall sponsored Santa. We did enjoy singing and then hogging the “eggless Christmas cake Ruby aunty made.” Oh! Yes we did not ask for gifts, because were told it was rude to ask, and being rude meant not good behaviour so we automatically would be not eligible for the gifts, and also we were not sure if you knew the addresses…
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Down the Memory lane.
We are busy planning for tomorrows Ramleela it is a student production and at the break, Mrs.Padmashree Josalkar and I were discussing our growing up, Padmashree is from the famous Gubbi theatre, she was talking of how the kids of the family would step in small roles, and as little kids they would forget that …
When I was Young…
#BachpanWithFlinto A legacy I received... I wish I could hand it down Do I remember the good old days, of course the time I we played hide and seek and how we played it climbing roof tops and tree tops, baking when our mothers were not around, waiting for the letters from cousins after holidays, …
Following Mama’s footsteps.. bring up baby
We become parents the moment we give have a child, but parenting is a different game ball 24/7 is the only shift they offer specially if you’re a mother, I have heard about this from my grandmother one who would be 100 odd years if she was alive and another who would be 90, and …
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