10 May 2010

Till Death Us Do Part

It is eight in the morning and the phone rings just once before it is picked up by may father’s ready and waiting hand. For every day, for the past seven years, the phone has rung like this every single day at eight in the morning. Uncle Ram is on the other side. He has [...]

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12 Aug 2009

Looking Back

I’ve often discovered that my memory plays tricks on me all the time. Simple things like time and place become so confusing after some time. Did we go to Goa in 1995 or 96? We actually went in 1994. Wasn’t so and so’s house next to the bakery? I’m pretty sure it shared a wall [...]

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