“Didi, Amma bahut strong hai! Aap kyon kamzor ho rahe ho? Amma theek hai!” Elder sister, your mother is very strong. Why are you being so weak? Your mother is fine! Amma’s nurse’s repeated refrains …
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My Strong Amma
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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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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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A Crisis is Cooking
Every once in a while, life gives you insights in the most unexpected of places. Even a simple trip to buy groceries can turn into an unforgettable experience. Something, which leaves you pleasantly surprised, and …
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Bhargavi – A New Life
Author’s Note: Every one of my women with spunk stories are true stories, narrated to me by the women who went through these challenges in life, and overcame them with sheer grit and determination. Names …
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Retrospection, Reflection and Realisation
Another year comes to a close. It is once again time to take stock of the last 365 days and build a mental balance sheet. As is the tendency of us human beings who, irrespective …
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Little Ones, Big Tales
One fine evening in December 1999, two families met for a cup of coffee, some rava idli and kesari. Mission: Boy meets Girl. Boy liked girl and vice versa, enough to consider a life time …
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Appa and the Art of Shopping for Produce
By this point you all know that in my eyes and in the eyes of anyone who interacted with him, my father was a man of substance. For me, he was also an influential and …