The Duke’s legacy
The day started like any other. I was expecting it to be cold but the sun had its dial tuned perfectly. The warmth it generated was just enough to remind Continue Reading →
Author: Chitra Gopinathan
Spring
Spring has arrived. A subdued start. Maybe even the weather is reflecting our moods. As I think of sunny days, Lavinia’s sentences come to mind. It never is just a Continue Reading →
Knickers and Pants
The conversation in theatres went like this. ‘Can you please remove your knickers?’. The answer, ‘you mean underwear?, you may wear knickers but I certainly don’t’. Oops. There are instances Continue Reading →
Mothering Sunday in lockdown
The day started like any other but it wasn’t just another day. Mother’s Day in lockdown has come around once again. The first time it was all new, the strict Continue Reading →
Snowflakes and hope
The forecast was for heavy snow. By breakfast the first flurries start. The children marvel at the white droplets falling from the skies. “When can we go out and play,” Continue Reading →
Women leaving footprints
I forgot to draw the curtains last night. The yellow glow from the street lamps below filter through the thick early morning mist straining to make its presence known. The Continue Reading →
Santa stories
I can never predict how a Sunday morning will start. Last weekend Lavinia slept through till almost eight. Lakshmi was delighted to wake up first. I put my newspaper away Continue Reading →
Tribute to Rajni
I didn’t know Rajni well, in fact I didn’t know Rajni at all. She was in a group furthest away from me during our MBBS years and there haven’t been Continue Reading →
Weekends and the kids
My head is hurting, the senses nauseous and the tongue parched. It is still early in the morning. Both the kids are fast asleep. I don’t want to wake them, Continue Reading →
The Sandalwood dancers
The Sandalwood Dancers The swirling smoke it hypnotises, rising from the burning incense. The shapes it form before it freezes, momentarily before resuming its dances. Was that a ballerina I Continue Reading →
