Unbearable

Is it Sunday already? Time for laundry. First the whites. Colours next. Four cycles. One. Two. Three. Four. Four. Four. Four. Four. North-South-East-West. Morning- Afternoon- Evening- Night. Spring- Summer- Autumn- Winter. Balance. Perfection. Four is the best of all even numbers. Two is OK too. But four is satisfying. Sorting through the clothes I try […]

Becoming Mrs. Reddy.

Amma sat chewing on her customary paan, betel leaf and nut, till her mouth and teeth turned a crimson red and fragments of green nestled in the gaps between her teeth. She grinned and her mouth was a festive Christmas theme all gone wrong. I looked away and cleared the table after dinner. The Lord […]