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Author Archives: Remitha Satheesh

Sandham – Sangam Poetry meets Symphony


This was a rendezvous that was two millennia in the making. What else can you say about this album? Surprising isn’t it, that this mother lode of possibilities stayed untouched for two thousand years? I don’t mean from a research or academic point of view. Plenty on that front. I mean musically. Read the rest of this entry

Chromosome Chronicles: The Appointment

Another conversation with the lone Y chromosome at home.

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XX: Did you make the appointment?

XY: What appointment? Read the rest of this entry

Run. Hide. Fight.

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Run. Hide. Fight. That is something no parent wishes to see in the subject line of an email from their child’s school. But that is exactly what parents of children who went to UNC Charlotte saw on Tuesday evening. An active shooter was on campus and everyone was being warned. It took me a while to register what was actually happening or maybe I was just in denial. But when it finally sunk in, it felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my heart. Read the rest of this entry

Amma

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“Take my saris,” you plead,

“I no longer wear these.”

But I always refuse. Read the rest of this entry

I Promise You This is Not Sentimental

Yesterday at the dinner table.

It’s September 21st. It’s already the 22nd back home. I am reminiscing about that terrible night 19 years ago. The night since when a phone call from India always made me assume the worst. Because that night a phone call did convey the worst. My father was no more. Read the rest of this entry

Words

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Sometimes, while reading a book, you come across a line and you can go no further. It doesn’t matter if you were in the thick of things, it doesn’t matter if some great mystery that had you in its clutches since page one is about to be revealed with the turn of a page. Nothing matters. Except that line. You simply cannot turn the page or read a single word further. Read the rest of this entry

A Sweet and Spicy Love Story a.k.a Appam and Mutton Curry

(All images courtesy Bhairavi Remitha)

There she sat, in all her demure softness; decked in a pristine white bodice while her frilly, lacy golden brown skirt billowed around her in scalloped perfection. She sat waiting, waiting for her beloved, shooting coy glances towards him. Read the rest of this entry