Little Drops of Memories

Long heard is the battle between the residents of Delhi, Dilli, and those in the other metros or larger cities. Today I am expressing my feelings about the city where I grew up and has a very fond place in my heart. About a couple of weeks ago it was the 275th birthday of Bahadur… Continue reading Delhi delights

Those who have grown up in the era of the Reader's Digest will be familiar with the "All in a day's work". I have spent many a summer vacation in my ancestral home in Guruvayur, reading the old copies very meticulously maintained by my grandmother and the issues ranged from 1950 to about 1980. Humour… Continue reading All in a day’s work of an HRBP

Whatever will be, will be, ....... Easier said than done, even though the song goes on to say that the future is not our’s to see. It has indeed been a challenge for me to not wonder, more correctly, worry about my future, near and distant. From tomorrow, to next week, to next month, next… Continue reading Que Sera Sera, ….

In the bustling temple town of Guruvayur, my 'tharavadu' stands regally, amidst swaying coconut palms and mango, jackfruit and earlier some cashew trees.  The Koddakkat Thayakkat house is said to be more than 300 years old and I have heard from my mother that her grandmother's mother was born in this house.  My grandmother was… Continue reading Of the K T Tharavad its Karthiyayini Amma

Nandanachechi as I call her over the last decade or so has been my role model and she also became my mentor.  I can talk to her about anything and before I tell her what is on my mind she knows what it is, call it intuition, call it a connect.  Speaking to her helps… Continue reading Nandana Reddy, my role model, my mentor

Gourmet Guruvayur! Guruvayur, is my home town and my ancestral home is here, a place where I spent my summer vacations with my grandmother, Amumma as I called her.  You know her from one of my previous writings and she would churn out delicious dishes with a flair but with ease.  My mother, Amma, has… Continue reading Gourmet Guruvayur!

Amumma, my memories My first memories of Amumma are of her in Guruvayur, the summer vacations that I would spend with her.  It was just her, amma and I and I picked up my love for good Malayalee food from those days.  Her hair was curly and peppery silver, always neatly combed and tied, well… Continue reading Ammumma, my memories

Deepti The day my sister was born, in the evening of a cold yet sunny winter's day, everything in my life was as it always was.  My father was happy, my mother was happy and my grandmother was happy.  My father and I and Babumama went to an uppity dhaba in Karol Bagh and had… Continue reading Deepti, my sister

K T R Menon, my ammaman Chandramama as I call my uncle, turns 80 today and I have known him for 53 of those 80 years and it is my privilege to be his Niece.  When I started writing liked to believe that he inspires me to write and that in some way he is… Continue reading Chandramama