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തിരുവോണത്തിന്റെ തലേന്ന് ഉത്രാടമെങ്കിൽ, ഓണപ്പരിപാടിയുടെ തലേന്നും ഉത്രാടമല്ലേ – by extension? എന്തായാലും പാച്ചിലിനൊരു കുറവും ഇല്ല. Read the rest of this entry
Sunday Morning Conversation
The XY Chromosome in its natural habitat
XX Chromosome: So I take Daughter #2 to dance class and will be back by 10.30. Let’s make it brunch today. There is no time for a separate breakfast and lunch. Unless you want to grab a bowl of cereal. Read the rest of this entry
You are not my other half,
Better or worse.
Nor do you complete,
Me or my sentences.
I do not begin
Where you end,
And when you fall asleep,
Your eyes close – not mine.
We are simply two wholes.
But together we create,
A wholeness times two,
That sets the sun on fire.
With the verdict out on the brutal rape and murder of Sowmya that happened five years ago, I revisited this old column I had written for www.yentha.com
Public memory is very short lived, especially with regard to the tragic. It is probably a survival instinct, or escapism, but a lot of times, we choose to push to the very back of our minds that which is unpleasant. It has been just close to a week and already she is beginning to fade from our collective memories. The 24/7 infotainment blitzkrieg is bombarding us with a host of newer images that are pushing out the tragic images that filled our minds last week – that of a young girl at the threshold of life, who died a horrible death, thanks to the lust of a brute. Read the rest of this entry
The first born is already fed up with dorm life and wants to move into an apartment next year. So she and the two friends who are going to move into an apartment together are busy planning their décor, shopping for necessities etc., all three thrilled to get their ‘own’ place. Read the rest of this entry
Reposting an old one I had written a few years back.
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Like a million rebelling teenage girls, I too grew up swearing I would never turn out to be like my mother when it was my turn to be one. Time and Life have a funny way of ganging up on you and springing the most ironic surprises in your face and making your words come back to bite you. Read the rest of this entry