Summertime meant mangoes. Raw, ripened, cooked, pickled, most of my early summers revolved only around this humble-looking fruit. Mango season also meant, going on long walks with dad, smelling mangoes tips from one cart to another on the streets of Malleshwaram. The Malleshwaram of the mid or the late '90s had a charm of its … Continue reading The Mango
I plopped on the bed glancing at my arms and legs that had developed a really nice dark shade of brown, the only cool thing you get after completing 30 days of swimming lessons at an institute where they limit their teaching to 'floating and kicking techniques only' for the first month. They had the … Continue reading The Last Year
Home during the pandemic on a weekend that happen to be the longest day of the year.