Here’s a link to Part 1 in case you missed it. Appa sang lullabies to us when we were growing up. Later, we would hear them as he held one of the other of his …
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Appa’s Love for Music – Part 2
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Appa’s Love for Music – Part 1
Author’ Note – I have included a YouTube link of Appa’s top five songs. Do listen to them to fully be part of the music experience that was Appa. With all the talents that Appa …
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Appa and Expressions of Love
I am inwardly laughing here… the beginning of this tale is similar to the one I wrote about Appa and his art of diplomacy – there wasn’t any diplomacy to write about! Well, you’re just …
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Letting Go
Anita sat beside the window sill, tears streaming down her eyes. The myriad of emotions going through her was too much to contain or display. She had to get a grip, now! She could hear …
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Appa-Isms – One for the Tough Times
Life is not always fun and easygoing. At each turning point at life, we all encounter roadblocks, stop signs, situations where nothing seems right and no option seems viable. Very soon, helplessness sets in and …
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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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The Other Woman
1960 Abha stood up and faced him, eyes blazing. They had been talking for hours now on this… situation they found themselves in. They weren’t getting anywhere and it seemed like they were stuck in …
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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 …
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My Jobs, Your Reactions
If you were still alive Appa, you would have been 80 years old tomorrow. Tomorrow also marks the tenth anniversary of working where I do. And when two special dates like that coincide, I can’t …
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Me, The Indian Trumpet, Amit Tandon and The Middle Class Indian!
Yet another opportunity to wade into the bittersweet memories of an era long gone, of a time that once existed, of a hope that endures. When Purva Grover, founder and editor of The Indian Trumpet …
