Tag: afternoons

The Afternoons of My Childhood

The warmth, the belonging of the afternoons of my childhood keep me cozy on cold nights still. The whirring fan that toiled during those afternoon siestas, in my childhood home did cool me, always, but failed, to shoo away the warmth of family, of…

Afternoons of my Childhood

On many a sunny afternoon at Grandma’s home, with cousins, partners in crime, I remember tiptoeing to the warm mango pickle jars full of oil shimmering in the lazy sun. As grandma slept, we would steal some and scamper away to our hiding place…