Chase the Stories
My grandparents used to visit us at our house in Mumbai often. With every visit comes a cardboard box wrapped with thick nylon ropes and filled with all sorts of stuff from Kerala. Generally half a jackfruit, some coconuts, cashew nuts, small madras onions, cashew nuts, one packet of parottas and another packet of chili…
Family meals are more often than not entertaining. Jokes are cracked, disapproving looks are given, when you haven’t done anything you were supposed to do yet, so much life revolves around mealtimes especially when everyone sits down together. Here’s an ordinary mealtime in my house, when no one is made fun of and no funny…
I don’t mind the fall as much as the thought that no one stopped to even look at me. No one bothered to even make sure I was alright. I almost forgot the burning in my knees, when I looked back up at all the people I was running with, to see them all moving…
