waitress…woods…water &Wisdom

The drive was few hours from Nagathone, and it was a remote village. Rahul knew he needed to get away; the day began to prefer talking on the phone to actually getting together with someone, he preferred the bodilessness of it, and started to turn down social engagements. He longer wanted to sit across from... Continue Reading →

Hand-Me Downs.

I’m preparing for Deepavali. “yeah, chikkamma is making naiyappam” My nephew was skipping. I asked him how did he know. His reply was “oh! Ammamma used to make it” by ammamma he meant my mother. She did it because by grandmother used to make naiyappam. Her own mother was not into much of all these... Continue Reading →

The Trift store

A quaint little store, just round the corner. With dainty chimes hanging Shambhavi pushed open the door, to see a quainter old woman, grey haired, dark skinned European. The door just said, “Ava Maria” The door opened gently withing giving the feel of the opening Diagon valley. Shambavi felt fey as if there was something... Continue Reading →

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