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Coloured paper left over from the school year (or if we had enough money, new sheets from a neighbourhood market); branches of a coconut frond stripped or sticks stolen from the household broom; homemade glue... all of this in plain sight more or less. Then came the sly work. In the narrow dingy space between … Continue reading Kites and memories
I am the daughter of no expectations. Not enough has been researched about lack of expectations. That it can be exhilarating for many.
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
Only illustrative purposes. This pookara amma is from my colony. Every evening at 3.30 dozens and dozens of young girls walked out of the convent school gate in T.Nagar, turned right, walked 5 minutes down the road to the bus stop* at the edge of the busy Pondy Bazaar. A handful of bus routes stopped … Continue reading Super heroes in sarees