Our majestic bull is dying and so will a part of our identity. Our farmers and crops are dying. City folk will realise this alarming situation when one day they walk into Anjappar and realise that their biriyani is now made of Basmati rice and not Seeraga Samba. Continue reading What are we celebrating? The ‘Harvest festival’?
I drifted every time I stopped, because rubbing my chappals on the road and screeching to a stop was much cooler than pressing the brakes! And I was really proud when the boys complimented how cool it was to see a girl do that. I just said, “Anyone can do this. No boy girl and all”. Continue reading The ‘Hero’ cycle?
But that one big dream,
Stays forever. Continue reading Waiting
When the old year whispers, “Whoa. That was a crazy ride”.
The new year screams, “It will be awesome. Again!” Continue reading A new year. A new dawn!