fickle, funny, flawed, gorgeous

"Langanam parama aushadam", my beloved great aunt Chiththi would say whenever one of us would mention feeling bloated or unwell. T...

 I was 35 when I first saw a photo of my maternal grandmother who had been dead for decades at that point. I began asking my mother question...

Nearly all of my fondest memories are linked to food. When I look back on my growing years the highlights inevitably inextricably involve fo...

 Day 7 Woke up at 5.45, went down to the bar area for breakfast at 7. The landlady would not crack a smile despite my polite attempts at con...

 Day 5 I was up at 5.45 and after ablutions and breakfast of porridge (last night's posh dinner was a small portion), I was ready to lea...

 Day 3 After a porridge breakfast in the room, I left at eight quickly climbing Cleve Hill and its winding paths realising just how easy it ...

 Day 1 I slept badly last night. Nerves kept me up. I had planned to take the 6.56 train but lay in for a bit deciding to take the next tr...

This was my entry to this year's Mozhi translation prize. It did not make the longlist which means I am free to post it here. You can re...

This was my entry to the Mozhi translation prize . It was longlisted and received excellent feedback from the jury including "it was a ...