On a winter’s night

Smell the air. Go out and try it. Or early in the morning when the sun is not fully come in yet. This is only in winter. There is probably some natural chemistry behind this (or someone burning wood somewhere), but the fragrance of the air cannot be beat by random chemical perfumes. For me, … Continue reading On a winter’s night


Rains in Kerala are a dripping, drenched, intense affair! There is no ambiguity in the rains there. It's probably still raining in my father's village. Ages ago when we were little, at night, there would be a deafening cacophony of a million crickets 🦗 chirping all at the same time. With the passage of time, … Continue reading Rains