Today I am going to tell you about a short man, a man whose name I have forgotten. Maybe someone in the family remembers his name. The reason I remembered him was because I was eating rice noodles for dinner. The husband had picked up the noodles at our Asian store, it had writing on … Continue reading Some we met
We would have had just finished our lunch boxes. I don’t remember clearly now, but the chana cost either rupees ten or rupees two. Probably ten. Our lunch boxes were the same throughout school life, but this school had a great attraction after the lunch, the chana seller outside the school gates. I have had … Continue reading Want to get chana?
Notes made from the book: Creative Writing (Idiot's Guides), Casey Clabough I got this book from the library in the hopes that a submission I was doing will be up to the par. I have a friend doing a creative writing course, but since driving and time are both out of the equation for me … Continue reading How to write a short story!
Part 3 - Tamil Nadu Ingredients for the nonbu kanji. Scraped coconut. Pounded ginger and garlic. Onions, chillies, fenugreek, coriander, and mint. I am not sure what role chillies play in a kanji, but all this was prepared by the women of the book, and sent along with the rice and firewood to the mosque to … Continue reading A Tamil Muslim household
Me and little kiddo are hard at lunch. Everything with little kiddos looks like hard work, rice strewn all around, strips of chard munched on, multiple refills of the water glass. And pickles on the side for me, kiddo has been told that the pickle is no good! We are trying to drown our plates … Continue reading Dal, chawal, and textbooks
Mother talks quite a bit of her ancestry, her grandfather had a houseboat and he used to go to Thiruvananthapuram via the Allapuzha canals. My own grandma, who is a domestic goddess extraordinaire, as a young mother would jump into the pond to rescue little kids. I remember her tending to her animals, I think … Continue reading My mother’s mother
Part 5 - Telangana Looking back, it seems like I spent a large portion of my wandering years in this State. We were first in Hyderabad, maybe close to the iconic Charminar. Now about the Charminar, once every couple of years, they would close the top floor right after someone attempts (yet again) a suicide jump. … Continue reading Living in the twin cities
The City Centre, Cork We get our fish from the English Market in the city centre. The fishmongers have a photo of when the queen came visiting. The man always has a wide smile and a chat with our kid. We have spent many Saturdays staring at the weird dragon like fish and smoked kippers. … Continue reading Lovin the city!
I am not sure what madness it is, but sometimes I play songs on my phone to distract the kids and myself while we cook. More often than not it ends in disaster. We used to play nursery rhymes for my first born on my laptop, but it got accidentally pushed down from its ill-advised … Continue reading Qawwali in the kitchen
I am the automatically designated cook of the house. But I am a reluctant kitchen dweller. With such a mindset, I try to do my best here, for surely my children depend on me to provide the nourishment of the three meals and the two snacks per day. When we were newly married I was … Continue reading Of strong wise women