Summers.

The smell of filter coffee and the hissing of the idli cooker woke her up. Home away from home. Where none of her devices seem to work. Internet was out of question, and the anxiety resulting from that was pounding in her chest. She does her little morning ritual of checking Whatsapp messages, and scrolling … Continue reading Summers.

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Rural, Indian.

To much of my annoyance, and some kind of other worldly peace, I'm back in Kerala. And not some touristy place either. It's a village I'm sure I won't even have heard of had I not been visiting this place at least twice a year. In the past couple of weeks, my daily schedule comprised … Continue reading Rural, Indian.