Buns and Corners

As human as they come.

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  • Ammachi

    I used to sometimes tell Ammachi she is like a ‘konju’ (prawn/ shell fish) to tease her. I could tell that she did not really like it, just as she did not like being touched on her nose. I secretly agreed with her on the nose touching. It is a…

  • The -isms, adulting and the ensuing confusion

    We are the generation of -isms that put to words, the issues of the pastEach day, each month, each year I learn an -ism that I didn’t knowScrambling to understand everything that is wrong and that which can last.Each right of the day, the wrong of the next, the right…

  • My Appoo

    I lost my appoo this week, my grandfather (appooppan). My appoo (as I fondly called him) was many things to many people. He was called by many names. He was sir to his colleagues and students, he was achan, thangochettan, thanguvelliachan, appooppan to his family. He was an educator and…