From frocks stitched by my mother to owning beautiful Chettinad Cotton sarees, I trace the journey of my tryst with fabric and that of my ever-growing wardrobe.
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Categories: Essays
Tag: memories
Memories. Aww. Memories. I am, more often than not, swamped in the pool of nostalgia. I love memories. I love looking back at life and pondering over what it has given me and what it hasn’t. Going down memory lane is an exercise that can be energising and exasperating. Nonetheless, it’s something I believe that has to be done. After all, a person’s history, however small, is sure to be filled with moments of happiness and moments of pain, serving as a perfect reminder of how life is nothing but a blend of the two all the time.
Anna & Betty
My Amma’s Rasam
Equations
Where Have You Gone?
Violin Dreams
Almost every night, a woman dreams that she is playing the violin. A dream that haunts her and teases her. This is the story of the woman’s journey with her violin.
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Categories: QueSTorieS
Still Not Done
From a Granddaughter
Looking Back and Looking Ahead
