“Heavy pillars, carved from the rock, bear the roof. Slowly, one’s eyes become accustomed to the dim light; then they can make out marvelous representations from Indian mythology carved on the walls”….. These were thoughts that ran through my...
As i wrote the post on Coimbatore 2days ago, i remembered another incident that flashes before me every now and then… It was my uncle R’s wedding [gramma’s brother, last one in the string of 4, and he was about 2yrs older than my mom].. He is one of...
It was time to pack our bags & belongings and move to a new town..Agreed, i was a baby and wasnt aware of the chaos that my parents went through during this transition, but what the heck, this is my blog, am gonna write the way i wanna cook it up!! 😀 The place we...
When my parents got married, they lived in this then small town called Coimbatore for about 2-3yrs… i dont remember much about the place, or the house we lived in, but mom says it was a good bunch of years… Apparently, gramma’s cousin’s kids...
The little spot of fire through the flurry of smoky clouds… Almost like a glowing ember hidden amidst the skies Swish swish, the magic wand waves Starting NaBloPoMo today on this blog and hoping to keep going as i did on Life Goes on .. Also...
