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 I Wrote Letters to Appa
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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 …
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Appa and our Love Affair with Parsi Dairy Farm
Earlier this month, I had the opportunity to take a day tour of my beloved Bombay thanks to a couple of my dearest friends who were visiting the city and wanted to see it from …
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Amma and Keeping in Touch
My mother is now over eighty years old. And over the years she has changed from a hyper-active, super busy, doesn’t know how to relax person into a calm, cool and collected influence on all …
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Appa and the Fifty-Fifty Toaster
I grew up in the 80s, that period between the slow 70s and the booming 90s when the world was near perfect. Technology was unheard of, everything was done by hand and took a lot …
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Appa, Me and One Night at The Hospital
Growing up, I always adored and looked up to my father. He was my role model and a symbol of perfection. He was also a superhuman in my eyes, someone who was invincible and who …