Today was one of those Fridays when the Indian store is jam-packed with people. We don’t go on Fridays normally. But I needed a few items to prepare today’s dinner as we had a friend coming over for dinner. I got down at the entrance and J went in search of a vacant parking spot.… Continue reading Day 93 – Smell
Dear J The other day somebody asked me how we manage our disagreements. This got me thinking. You have been extremely patient with my tantrums and have stood still through good and extremely ugly days. I do not know how you put me first and make my comfort a priority ALWAYS. ❤ Many call me selfish… Continue reading Day 84 – On turning 3
For non-Malayalees, Erissery is a traditional Kerala dish and a staple in Kerala sadya. It is a combination of a vegetable and cowpeas, both cooked soft with ground coconut paste and seasoned with roasted coconut. Mathan erissery is erissery made with pumpkin. Year 2015. We invited two of our friends for dinner. It was a farewell dinner as… Continue reading Day 78 – Mathan erissery
Posting this inspired by Snow’s amma and Zidane’s amma’s posts on FIL.. 🤪 I have never really lived with my in laws, except for a week or so during 2016 India trip. MIL was here with us for two months immediately after marriage. I am closer to my FIL than MIL. It was like so… Continue reading Day 66 – In laws
It’s already a week into 2018 and I finally got time to sit down and think of the year that went by. It has been quite an eventful year. The year started with a massive winter and record high snowfall followed by an extended summer. The highlight of the year was undoubtedly my parents visiting… Continue reading Day 65 – Looking back at 2017
My friend circle is small. There was a time when I thought I had many. But not many stayed for long. The ones I thought are for a lifetime drifted away; the ones I did not like much initially, stayed 😉 Life is strange. The ones I have now are so close to my heart.… Continue reading Day 49 – A morning call
J came home with a box of toffees today. It seems a colleague baked and brought a bunch as Christmas gift for all. As he thought I too will like it, he went and asked for a second serving to bring me. He does this often (almost always) to a level that I am embarrassed… Continue reading Day 48 – Toffee
Egg puffs from the local bakery was a childhood favorite of mine – hot and flaky. It’s a popular snack in bakeries of Kerala along with plum cake. I mostly stole the layered flaky crust of amma’s share as well and gave her the layer closest to masala. 😬 Cutlet was another fav. It has… Continue reading Day 46 – Egg puffs
We randomly picked Liril soap from Indian store this weekend. Today, when I opened and inhaled the box, I could picture Preity Zinta dancing in a waterfall singing laa la la. As I proceeded to bath, the ad kept playing in my mind. After sometime, I unknowingly hummed aaya naya ujala, chaar boondon waala and… Continue reading Day 43 – Ad memories
Walking back home after a grocery run, we saw a Christmas tree sale set up in a parking lot. It got us talking about Christmas of our childhood. I don’t see a lot of Christmas stars here as seen in India. Every house has a Christmas tree and decor lights. Hanging the Christmas star is… Continue reading Day 39 – Christmas memories
We moved out from the joint family to the new home when I was in 10th. Both my parents were working then and everybody had to get out of the house max by 8.30. My sister and I went nowhere near the kitchen to help Amma. Even when I came home from hostel for weekends, I… Continue reading Day 31 – Upma realisations..
I started typing on a completely different topic a few hours ago. I couldn’t recollect something and had to dig into my G-Talk chat history for it. One thing led to the other and I spent the last few hours reading the chat conversation from 2011 between me and my BFF. I couldn’t stop laughing… Continue reading Day 6 – Old conversations
The other day I was drafting a mail to a federal office and J complimented me that the words used were spot on. This is not the first time he is praising my drafting skills. Though I have touched a bit of drafting in my academics, I owe this completely to my dad.. I was… Continue reading Home is the first school..
A week after our wedding, we went to Bangalore to get my visa docs done. We stayed at my SIL’s house. I have not lived anywhere outside Kerala until then, except for the occasional visits to my sis at Hyderabad and aunt at Bangalore. I was yet to build a relation with SIL then. So… Continue reading Bangalore days
I was raised in a middle class joint family far away from the city. My sister is 7 years elder to me. By the time I was in Std I, she was moved to the city to stay with my maternal grandparents as there was no good high schools in our place. Around the same… Continue reading Achamma