Madurai of all Feelings

People bail out of plans, but when you have to prove to yourself that you are a strong, independent woman who need no one, it becomes a Thomas Hardy novel (fatalism? destiny?). I have been dreaming of Madurai for a long time and this week was the only chance in the rather hectic college schedule….

The Tan Loafers of Life

You can actually feel the pain. It is a weird feeling in your chest when you hear something heartbreaking. Its not measurable. Its not even physical. But there is the pain. I remember having bought a pair of tan loafers. I loved it very much; it was all retro and vintage I could think of….

Responsible for the Roses

When the Little Prince came to Earth from his planet, he was surprised to see hundreds of roses in one garden. In his planet, which is tiny, there is only one rose plant. And that too, she had just one flower. For the Little Prince, every rose in the garden seemed as beautiful as the…

Can you feel it?

I know it is far from where you come from, but I promise you, it is a beautiful place! Come on, take the risk. What is the worst that can happen? I’ll promise to take you back, alright? Now forget school, home and everything. Let the potato casserole stay in the oven for a couple…

The Rocket Science Behind the Plate

Forrest Gump’s mama always said that life is a box of chocolates: you never know what you get. So is cooking. You’ll have no idea of what you’ll get. Try poaching an egg, and you’ll get a weird concoction of water and egg that smells awful. Try baking a tray of croissant and you might…

The Grass World!

Welcome to the grass blog a.k.a. how to deal with nonsense! The Grass World is so far an untold realm in the Great Sphere of Existence. In an interview conducted by pursuedbyabear, our correspondent bears have tried to understand the identity, culture and values that are inherent in the Grass World. We have also tried…

The Post Adolescent Idealist Phase

Living the twenties is taking a stroll through a minefield. Days are just hours of boredom. Productivity is a non-existent concept. You suspect the power of education, career and all those stuff in bringing you happiness. A minimum of two hours are spent daily on having imaginary conversations with non-existent people. As long as Urban…

Growing up with Mangoes

  When I was young my parents often sent me to grandparents’ house during vacations. The day the school closed, my brother and I packed our bags to our holiday home. Dad dropped my brother to his grandma’s home and then we caught a bus to Kollam, where my grandparents lived. Of all the breaks,…