Grey is lovely

Ah no. I don't have more than a few strands of grey, so this is not about how becoming older is the new beautiful. I don't write about beauty and fashion much, it would be laughable actually if I wrote such things, you would know if you saw my tresses today afternoon or at any … Continue reading Grey is lovely


My father’s mother

My father's village is now at the foothills of a mountain in Kerala. But he talks of his ancestors coming over from the other side of the mountains. They used to live in the forests, depending on the wild produce there. But with their increasing numbers and probably to start agriculture (this is early 1900s) … Continue reading My father’s mother