For Ammoma

“Get a cup of tea for Unni,” she said. I checked the flask. It was empty. I had only brought two cups from the canteen anyway. “There’s no tea.” Two minutes later, Ammoma repeated her request, only more earnestly. “Jayasree, get some tea for Unni.” Jaya aunty walked to the counter, poured a glass of…

Frozen In Time

A wedding picture is a thousand stories in the making. One black-and-white snap with a lifetime to narrate is that of my mother on the morning of her wedding, her fawn-like eyes gazing at the camera lens. She was barely nineteen. Forced to drop out of college to take up the role of the eldest…

What growing up means

Picking your clothes off the floor so that mom doesn’t have to. Standing in a queue for an hour without whining. Walking no where in particular; because you know how to find the way back. Calling dad up for advice and not cash. Missing the first-day show and realising it no longer matters. Bringing a…