Inside paati’s kitchen

A flavoursome aroma would always waft across the hallway from paati’s (grandma’s) kitchen, drawing me like a magnet to see what’s cooking. I would peer through the sheer curtains and look with curious eyes. She’d turn around with her radiant smile knowing I was up for some tasting. She’d let me scrape off milk toffee…

Quiet stories

The winding road, with a boulevard of trees looked welcoming. A yellow rain of flowers on either side left a subtle perfume in the air. At the end of this winding road, stood a wondrous piece of architecture- the town’s library. The sandstone building’s arched turquoise blue windows made it stand out. The windows had…

When the sky turned ominous

The stillness was uncanny. Not a leaf stirred, the forest it seemed was stunned under a spell. Moments passed like hours as a dark, dense blanket far above the trees gathered. With a loud clap of thunder breaking the eerie silence, it split open and large drops hastened down the canopy in a deluge. A…