Ode to Dada

Today, I remembered my Grandfather, Dada. He used to often remark, in ordinary moments, about the shortage of limbs and appendages to us humans. He’s stumble sometimes or drop something, or tediously carry many things in his hands and remark, ‘Shonu Mari, kaaligu kannirbekagithalla’? And I used to look at him with awkward mirth.. Umm

Birthday Bum

The birthday is coming closer and with it, the arrival of gifts have begun in slow succession. (That line sounded very sexy in my head, but I realise now that it’s not). First came a bell, much like the ones used for cows, inscribed with some antique-looking pictorials, a perfect addition to my mini shrine.

Another Monday Beckons

Hope amid disappointment – that’s what this Monday feels like.