He was a shadow of his former self, and his memory was not what it used to be. But I could see his eyes light up when he was reminded of who I was. We spoke a bit, and I like to think that a bit of his joviality returned in those brief moments. My […]
I am a creature of habit, and it would seem I have converted D too. That’s why an uncharacteristic evening out at a mall seems to have brought about a shift in thinking.
As I watched the last remnants of a life packed in a suitcase, I wondered about our possessions and their future after we’re gone.
It’s probably middle age, but the topic of a ‘place to retire to’ features in many discussions with friends. In recent years, my hometown has been acting a bit like a magnet. I try to understand why.
My surname is very unobtrusive. It is present in all my official documents. It’s absent in my signature, and when I am casually giving my name in say, a form, I stop at my middle name, which exists courtesy Kerala’s matrilineal ethos. The surname’s modest behaviour is apt for the person it represents.