Summer is here. I squint my eyes when I look out at the sun hidden behind the bluish grey sky. I think twice before stepping out as the sun’s rays don’t seem kind. My thoughts go back to childhood summers, spent under the hot sun and I never once thought to complain. Two full months of holidays and the brightest spot of sun, but I was happy and thrilled about it. I don’t remember complaining about it like I do now. Maybe the sun wasn’t so harsh, I try to tell myself. Or maybe there were so many other things to be excited about that I barely noticed the blazing sun.
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A Grief We Share
Is there a term for feeling the loss of someone passing away even though you didn’t know them personally?
Someone who is a public figure known for his great deeds, compassionate heart and humble attitude towards life.
Someone you adored for being a visionary and kind at the same time.
When Modak meets Kozhukatta
Modak, which is made in Maharashtra, is the same as Kozhukatta, which is made in Kerala. For the unversed it is a steamed rice dumpling with the filling of coconut, jaggery with a hint of cardamom. When you take a bite of this piping hot Kozhukatta, you first taste the soft mildly salty taste of the steamed rice covering and then tumbles out of it the moistened juicy coconut and jaggery mixture slowly revealing its richness.
Music and Me
‘Do you have a connection to music?’ he asked. ‘Yes’, I replied with a slight smile appearing on my face. He was part of an online writers’ group that I had enrolled in. We would write short stories on a specific theme every week and submit it for peer review. I had joined it so that I could get honest, unbiased feedback from strangers who were writers and readers themselves, from people who knew nothing about me. I wanted to know what my writing revealed about me and how deep I could go.
Dream a dream
You know how you had that one dream, you had it even before you knew what actually dreams are.
A writer’s fear
The fear of not being able to write is a deep-seated fear inside every writer. It pops up on those days when you have not written a word for days. It’s not that you don’t want to write, words are constantly creating havoc in your head, but you keep postponing it for another day. It happens one morning when you realize that you haven’t written a single long piece in a very long time.
Remembering my trip to Uttrakhand
Don’t make plans, just live in the moment, that’s one of the lessons that the pandemic has taught us in big bold letters. But the heart still longs, you can’t stop it from longing. Longing for beauty and experiences that have touched its heart while travelling.
A day in the life in a pandemic stuck world
I look out of the window, my only real view to the outside world, the sun is shining gloriously outside the window, looks sparkly and happy. Does the sun know what the human species is going through? What does it think about it? I don’t know.
My love for dosa
Do you wonder how to make the dosa batter? Have you attempted and failed to get that beautiful looking tasty dosa? Then read further to know more about my journey of learning to make the dosa batter.
The year that was
We are all waiting for 2021, with hopes and desperation. We feel that everything will magically change as the date on the calendar changes. 2021 may be the most awaited year of this decade. 2020 admonished us like a school teacher and forced us to sit at home and look at our lives, deeply, minutely…