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Reaching home late last night after class, I ran upstairs to change and find something to eat. Rushing through everything my growling tummy propelled me downstairs. An array of containers met my eyes. Sweets, savories and cherished memories from Madras. See, my amma and SIL and niece are back from Madras. While I was sitting […]
December 3rd, 2008 | Posted in Madras, Musings | 6 Comments
As I cradled the phone in the crook of my neck talking to Amma as I seasoned the kootu I was making this morning, my mom went “You will never believe what happened today…”
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Turns out she was out shopping with my aunt and when she got home, a strange […]
October 1st, 2008 | Posted in Amma, Family, Humor, Madras, Misc, Musings | 8 Comments
I heard from a friend after 15 years yesterday. We went to school together. Though we knew each other we weren’t exactly in the same circle of friends. She was the studious A grade types and hung out with like people. The mediocre me hung out with a different circle. As we finished school and […]
May 12th, 2008 | Posted in Feelings, Friends, India, Kovai, Life, Madras, Memories, Musings, People, Personal, School | 3 Comments
Yup! I absolutely love stories of success. Rags to riches and anything that speaks of hope and light at the end of the tunnel. That also explains why I hate tearjerkers and movies that leave me depressed. I am easily impressed by people who make it big. Like my classmate in college who did night […]
April 30th, 2008 | Posted in Business, Education, India, Life, Madras, Musings, People | 6 Comments
Helloji!! smiled the man at the counter of our local Indian grocers. “Been a while since I saw you here” he said in Gujarati accented Hindi. K and I smiled, paused at bit by the counter and inquired after him and his family. “I have been wanting to reach you the past week” he emphatically […]
April 16th, 2008 | Posted in Desi, Diet, Family, Feelings, Food, Home, India, Kovai, Life, Madras, Memories, Musings, People, Personal, Ramblings, Routine, Social, Thank You, US, nostalgia, reflections, relationships | 14 Comments
Married to a desi software engineer my life is the same as countless other girls who get married to dollar salaries and foreign grooms. Sitting miles away from my hometown of Chennai, nostalgia visits me at the most oddest of times.Today at my workplace when a colleague got some muffins for breakfast, I for some […]
April 21st, 2006 | Posted in Madras, Memories, nostalgia | 3 Comments