Abbu ammu have always tried to make us disciplined. Not in an overly – must wake up at 7 in the morning kind of way – but at least wake up by 9, go to sleep by 11 of sorts. Not that their efforts have had much of a lasting effect (I’m really sorry about… Read More An Ode to the Parents
22.03.20. My father started working from home today. Abbu was the type of person who went to work sharp at 8, came back home at 5. Spent the rest of the evening watching TV, relaxing, going for a walk, etc. Growing up, I’ve watched my dad never ever bringing his office work to the house.… Read More The Effect of Time
I’m writing this exactly a week before our fourth years finals are scheduled to start. It’s the 17th of February. And I’m just sitting here, scrolling through photos of the rag tour. Reminiscing the night at Sajek, the fleeting few hours at Nilgiri and the timeless two days at Saint Martin’s, I can’t help but… Read More A Piece of my Heart
When my mom and dad got married, they each gained another set of parents. And on October 15th, 2018 they lost the last remaining guardian they had. My Nana passed away on October 15th at 9:15 pm, after fighting for his life in the ICU for over a week. Towards the end the doctors asked… Read More Ties That Bind
Wandering Minds 