Category Archives: Happy Days

Felicity in Frankfurt

I am home. This is home. It’s all just the same as I left it. Of course, there is more furniture now and he has repositioned the furniture but it’s the same. It smells the same. There is that hint … Continue reading

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Small families

A trip to the rheumatologist in now incomplete unless we stop at the Central Tiffin Room in Malleshwaram after the appointment for their golibajje and benne masala dosa which really is the best in Bangalore. The taste hasn’t changed in … Continue reading

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In search of home

Old Hindi songs remind me of mother. She is mother here in a cold, white flat in Frankfurt with the wind and rain lashing at the windows, imprisoning me indoors. She is not amma or the person with a name. … Continue reading

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Anticipation

I’d like to see you when you laugh Amidst flickering candles and a cool breeze blowing My hair won’t stay still and you will notice As I move the strands away from my face That my nails are long and … Continue reading

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The Immortals of Mahadevpura

So this happened. Just when I absolutely need to be strong and healthy and jumping half-way across the city because I want to, and because my job demands it; I’ve been miserably ill. It’s one thing after the other, and … Continue reading

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Shiver

They declared today to be the Bhumika Day. Which is to say that it’s my un-birthday celebration only. Not a surprise pre-happy birthday party. I have strictly forbidden them from doing any such thing because as everyone knows celebrating a … Continue reading

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Sunlit perfection

Some days are sunlit perfection as if they were meant to fulfill half-forgotten dreams of moon dust. A single child often doesn’t know what it is to give, to adjust, to share. I should know. A single, pampered child never … Continue reading

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