There are people whose interaction with
the world is ever so light,
like the faint scent of the thumba that blooms near the fence,
like the rainbow hued bubble that wafts up from the papaya pipe in the afternoon breeze,
or the veena on the radio late at night-set low so as not wake anyone else,
their presence is gentle, their influence on the everyday hardly noticed,
And yet when they go, they leave an abyss in you.
Remembering the pleasant changes in Trivandrum this summer…
The Malayali has finally discovered travel, local as well as international. Loved Yatra, the beautifully produced travel quarterly that details local gems, as well as foreign lands that the superstar recommends.
After years of just showcasing their licenses, women have taken to driving and how! [ No snide remarks, please] Thank you friends, sisters, nieces and aunts for the rides.
Government control on plastic bags. Superlike the salesman at Jayaram Bakery, who coolly taught the NRI yuppie about why we shouldn’t use plastic.
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