The house has many doors. Almost as if there were an infinite supply of wood and not enough bricks. The ground floor can be accessed from five different rooms — one in the front, two on the side and two at the back. A narrow flight of stairs branches into two, providing two different accesses … Continue reading The home that need built and love shaped
You are moving back? Are you going back home? I am not. But that isn't completely true. I don't know how to give an honest answer to these questions. The place I am moving to is not one I am familiar with any more. It is not home either. Every time I go 'back', it's … Continue reading The One in Which I Am Moving, But Not Moving Back.
Couple of edits since first posting. This week 15 years ago I started on a trip that has brought me here, to the life I live. I don’t know where or what or how the destination would turn out to be, but suffice it to say it’s been a rocking, fantastic time – a hike … Continue reading 15 years and madly in love
I never thought much of it till I came to Doha, and I definitely didn't realise what an amazing ability it is till recently. The first time it hit me was when I went to an expat-group bazaar, where folks were selling trinkets and snacks from their home countries. Even for the simplest addition and … Continue reading Mental maths
Read this post and got all nostalgic about the rain. The thing is, Madras rains are more a nuisance than anything else. From what I remember, with just a drizzle the drain pipes broke and the roads choked. When the real deal -- blinding rain -- set in, diseases abounded; water seeped through the walls; … Continue reading Mazhai, Baarish, La Pluie, Al Ghayth, RAIN