Tag: home

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…

I Am Made Of Stories Untold

The sweet nothings of the star struck lovers made me smile, the romance of the newly weds made me blush. Those first baby steps still reverberates in my soul. I have seen it all. The fights, the love, the hate. I have chuckled at…

Where I Belong

The taxi crawls, the croaking radio blasts an 80’s song . The driver is whinging about the rotten traffic. Bikes and rickshaws snake past. Chaos all around. I am home.  I sit and listen to the muted noise of hawkers and horns. I am…