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 …

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 …

Lights Will Guide You Home.

I remember my childhood home very clearly. The place I spent my middle school in. I had a couple of my classmates as neighbours, one of them being one of the best friends I’d had at that time. But more than that, what makes me think of that house clearly is the proximity to the …