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She

‘Sureshetta ,what time is it?’. Madhavan was anxious. ‘Why’, sniggered grumpy Sureshettan,’ you have an appointment with the minister after serving us tea?’. Madhavan sighed and wiped the tea stains off the table with the cloth that was perpetually on his shoulder. She still wasn’t here. It has been three days now. Usually around 10 in the morning She would come, all draped in that sari, pottu on her forehead...

Continue Reading 22 Jul 2011

My battles with food and flab

Before coming to Uni, I had one small expectation from it that I never dared to tell anyone. LOSE WEIGHT. I had heard stories of people losing weight drastically after being subjected to the notorious ‘hostel food’. Not that I was huge or anything, I just wanted to tone down. But apparently, there was another plan in store for me.The first day, I find out that there is no ‘hostel...

Continue Reading 14 Jun 2011

Trip to Kuantan

       Friday the 13th, what does it make you feel? For a long time it signified nothing, I used to laugh at those who spoke about the bad luck that it brings. Not any more       Don’t worry, nothing drastic. I messed up a French exam. All that gurgling and choking on my ‘Rs’ (Say ‘EKH’, ‘Ekh’. No listen to me, ‘EKH’, ‘Yuck’…so on and so forth...

Continue Reading 17 May 2011

Khaana khazaana

Apart from travelling one of my major passions is-any guesses?- FOOD! I am an absolute foodie. I like food so much that it loves me back (oh yes, I collect flabs like nobody’s business).I think this love for food was passed down to me from my parents. My Dad can never resist the deadly combo of soft fluffy appams and spicy beef varuthadu, and he’ll eat puttu at any time...

Continue Reading 11 May 2011

Un-Facebook

It was getting out of hand. Totally out of control. I was reeling under the shock that my life was being controlled and I had been morphed into a puppet. This monster, this vile thing, had me wrapped around it’s little finger. I had to take action…before I became its slave. That’s when I decided that it’s time to un-facebook. Yes, the monster I have been talking about is none...

Continue Reading 29 Mar 2011

Italy by Road- Last leg (Venice)

Final Stop- Venice (Venezia)The last stop on our trip, and without a doubt the best one, was Venice. It’s around 500 kms from Pisa. Venice, over the years, has been described by many names- The City of Canals, The City of Masks, The City of Bridges. But nothing befits it more than the ‘Queen of Adriatic’.  Our stay there definitely made us feel so.Our hotel, Hotel Delfino was in Mestre,...

Continue Reading 29 Nov 2010
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