a memoir of etchings and wanderings
It’s that day of the year. That day where all households in India get bustling to celebrate siblings. From when I was a child, its has been all a rather exciting affair to me. Sisters tie a thread around their brother’s hands, get gifts, the food is great – whats not to love! I’ve been a little less fortunate when it came to brothers. I have none that share my … Continue reading “Ties” →
Living in the oblivion that I have, for the past goodness knows how many years, its almost like I have stopped feeling. There are moments when I laugh, others when I find myself melancholy. Some moments just pass by – without creating much of an impact. Nothing seems to have touched my heart for a long long time. This trip home was meant to be special. I had intended it … Continue reading “That Feeling” →