Confession

Dear Blogger friends, I admit it here, on my blog, that I tried to commit suicide not once, but twice. Why did I try? What were the reasons? Today I look back at those moments….and pen down this letter to you all. I was an unwanted, girl child. My Amma, desperately wanted a boy and…

To my dearies…!

To the middle aged aunty…please can you talk slowly when you are on the phone in a rickshaw. I admit that I am loud; however, you proved that there is something called as are super-duper loud. My eardrums are not used to such high decibels, except for Holi, Ganesh chathurthi and Navratri. To the young-zero…

Nostalgic!!!!

Remember the days when you would wait for the postman….who would come in a bicycle with a bunch of letters, money orders and parcel. I would really be excited to see the postman….I would open the door and collect the letter. My aunt used to live in Coimbatore, and she used to pen regularly. It…