Girls Whistling

For a couple of years, before he was transferred out of Trivandrum, Achan used to pick Gingi and me up from school on his way back home after work. One evening - I must have been in 4th or 5th standard then - I was waiting for Achan in the company of my batchmate, Amina. Now,... Continue Reading →

The Ponmudi Trip

Part 1: Tea and Snakes The little hill station of Ponmudi is around 57 km from Trivandrum city, which means I've inevitably found myself running along its misty, grassy slopes on many a Christmas or Onam vacation as a kid and as an adult. I was seven when my parents took me there for the... Continue Reading →

The House of ‘The Poocha’

To be completely honest, it would only be partially true if I said that Kandan paved the whole path to fearless furniture destruction and free indulgence in other feline fancies for future generations of cats in my family. Because many freedoms are not given. They are claimed by biting, scratching, and farting on the oppressor's... Continue Reading →

The House of Kandan

I was a little scandalised yesterday when I realised that Onam was just around the corner and I had no clue. After I looked up the dates and Aparna Giri reminded me to plan my leave, I started thinking about my favourite Onam story like I do every year. My parents are not big on... Continue Reading →

How I Met Your Parents

അമ്മയുടെയും അച്ഛന്റെയും കഥ അവർ പഠിക്കുകയും ഗവേഷണം ചെയ്യുകയും പഠിപ്പിക്കുകയും ചെയ്ത ബോട്ടണി പോലെ തന്നെ നിത്യഹരിതമാണ്. കേരളാ യൂണിവേഴ്സിറ്റി ബോട്ടണി ഡിപാർട്ട്മെന്റ് വരാന്തയിൽ മസ്സിൽ പെരുക്കി നില്ക്കുന്ന അച്ഛനെ ആദ്യമായി കണ്ട്, 'ഇതിയാന്റെ കക്ഷത്തിൽ തേങ്ങയാണോ?', എന്ന് അമ്മ ആശ്ച്ചര്യപ്പെട്ടത്‌ മുതൽ, രണ്ടു മാസം തുടർന്ന കുത്തിവയ്പ് ചികിത്സയ്ക്ക് ശേഷം, 'അയ്യോ! എന്റെ ഒരു ബൈസെപ് കാണാൻ ഇല്ല!', എന്ന് അച്ഛൻ ആശ്ച്ചര്യപ്പെട്ടത്‌ വരെ, ഏകദേശം മുപ്പത്തിയഞ്ചു വർഷം അത് ഇങ്ങനെ പടർന്നു പന്തലിച്ചു കിടക്കുന്നു.... Continue Reading →

Potterica

[Me]: *Combing my hair. Hair Falling. Ignoring.* [Me in the mirror]: *stares back with dung under nose expression* [Me]: *Comb, comb. Turns bald.* [MITM]: Why do you always wear that T-shirt? You should wear something brighter. [Me]: This T is as big as the void in my heart and as grey as my soul. Stop... Continue Reading →

The Emu Workshop

On raiding the resurrected old PC in my room, I found this piece of writing from over a decade ago. I remember writing the first draft of the story during a train journey, tweaking it a million times after returning home and then stowing it away. Here it is. Kindly keep in mind that I... Continue Reading →

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