Category: School
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Of Reunions and Confidence
A couple of days have gone past since we have come home. A few suitcases still lie at the corner of my bedroom awaiting attention. The toys we picked up from vendors along the pavements in Pondy Bazaar are scattered in the living room. The breakfast table is claimed by wrapped packages. One blue box…
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The End is Nigh
The alarm sounds insistently on my phone indicating it is time for the kids to start walking to their bus stop. A combination of shouting and herding them out the door does the trick. “Hug and kiss?” Pattu lingers by the door. I rush to gather her and Ammu joins in. As I wrap my…
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Forays into writing
I remember the first piece I wrote that resonated with readers way back in 2000 about ‘ponnu parkal’ aka arranged marriages. For every person who agreed with me, I had an equal number disagree. I remember reading through the comments and thinking ‘they do not get it’. That lit something in me. I went on…
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Birds of a feather flock together
On why we tend to seek people who are like us.
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School ends, Summer begins.
There is more to school than just studies.
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Eyes only for you
The bus leaves, wisps of steam in its wake. I stand by the curb, baby on my hip, one arm raised in a wave. I follow the bus as it completes a circle around the center grassy area before it passes me again on its way out. Your pony tails are silhouetted against the window.…
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New beginnings
I woke to the shrill sound of the alarm going off at 5:00 AM. Saathi groaned and suggested snoozing another half hour. I figured it would not hurt and reset the alarm to 5:30 to catch a few more winks of sleep. The next time it beeped, I was up with razor-sharp focus. The next…
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Circles
I wave bye to my identically dressed daughters staring at the road long past the time it took for the car to disappear from sight. I walk back reluctantly, slowly. Last days like first days are momentous. They bring back memories. They run like montages at the back of your mind intruding into your consciousness…
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Trapped
Sometime over the past few weeks I have started discovering the child in me. The one who laughs out loud. The one who is not embarrassed by juvenile jokes. The one who loved to be the first to arrive at school because she treasured the one on one conversations and fragile friendships that formed without…