There are so many precious memories that form part of our childhood. Memories of familiar sights, sounds, smells, people. They travel with us for life, and many a times, something happens in the present that …
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When Amma Made Aavakkai Ooruga
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Summer, Salt and Leaps of Faith
Growing up in Bombay in the ‘80s was a unique and special experience. Living in a bustling, cosmopolitan city which was fast becoming a melting pot of cultures through people that converged from all parts …
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How Amma Named Her Recipes
It’s a long holiday weekend of five days. Me, my husband, our nephew and a good friend have spent the last couple of days on long drives in the day, late nights of song and …
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Fourteen Years Without Appa
My Appa passed away on April 19th, 2009 Till date, it is hard for me to say or type these words. I think all of us expect parents to remain eternally alive. No matter what …
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When I Wrote Letters to Appa
Today is Appa’s 85th birth anniversary. Thirteen years ago, he left us after a valiant battle with cancer. Towards the end of that same year, I began to put my thoughts around this phase of …
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When Love Came in a Green Bucket
When I was born in the 70s, my grandmother whom we affectionately addressed as “Andhamai” came to live with us in Bombay to support my parents. With the addition of me in the family, we …
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Why Appa Takes Full Credit for my Typing Speed
It was the early 90s. Computers and IT as a career had just begun to make an appearance in the Indian career scene. I was pursuing a degree in Commerce and it seemed to make …
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When Amma and Appa Cooked Sodhi
Like the scrumptious cheese toast I wrote about some time back that still takes me back to a simpler time in life, Sodhi is another preparation that had quite slipped my mind until a few …
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Appa’s Cup of Tea
For as long as I can remember, Amma and Appa had a routine when it came to the consumption of tea and coffee in our household. They would have coffee bright and early in the …
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The Dream Cupboard
1910 A small village in South India. A 10-year old bride. And me, a humble wooden cupboard by her side. Ready to carry her belongings wherever life takes her. Her name is Alamelu. And her …