Laali In the suburbs of Udaipur, at the foot of Aravali mountain range, on banks of river Gomati, there was small well-planned mines colony – Zawar . In the center of the town, there is a long-cemented bridge connecting the New Market to Hindustan Zinc Limited (HZL) hospital. The largest one in the vicinity of Zawar to Udaipur. The straight road had the company guest house in the middle which ended at Naka Bazaar – the end of the town. Up straight on the road from the guest house lead to the officer’s colony on the top of a small hill which was almost cut off from rest of the town with few officer’s families residing in an array. Here everyone knew everyone from end to end. All the kids went to school together and played cricket or 7 stones in the evening. Mummies made papad (dried crisps), achar (pickle), sweaters, quilts together depending on the season in continuum. Dads worked in same places and played badminton together in the guest house on most of the evenings. There w...
Thorn in my Heel Years later after I got married, had a kid, I prayed to lord Murugan to fast for days doing prayers, wearing holy beads on neck, being bare foot with a small black shawl on shoulders. Seeing me transformed everyone were agape. Some really cared to ask how I walk barefooted on the roads of Chennai when it is raining all the way. All I had to tell was a small story. A new place, new search for home, a heart filled with happiness of bagging a new job. I was at cloud nine after getting placed in a reputed Chennai based IT MNC as recruiter for a talent acquisition team. A small bit of mine ached to leave my hometown Kancheepuram. It was exciting to move and experience this phase of life all alone without parents. I couldn’t ask for more when I with my 5 friends found a lavish 3 BHK home in the heart of Mamallapuram for only INR 10,000 per month as rent. It was pure luck. Any day, for such a flat, the nominal rent was INR 40,000 per month. The house owners were old people wh...
# Pencil sketch by Maa : Dad and Me She wrote to Dad : My Dearest, Good Morning! Today 20.5.21, Saranya's Birthday. Recall the days when we used to celebrate our children's birthdays. Those were the golden days, never going to revert. Only thing we could do is wish and give some gifts. Always a father's girl sticking to you till your last breathe. As in the image, I still remember, I bought you a 'T' shirt which suited you very much. Even the colour was the same for sure. Saranya had a very long hair when she was a little girl. I always plaited them and never did cut. Now couldn't bear to see her thin hair. For me, this particular sketch reminds me of Zawar quarters on the uphill roads. All has disappeared today as you. Undoubtedly, you are always with us. Some day she will live a life that we both dreamt dear. Yours, Durgakulo.
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