Featured Image by Jayalakshmi Rangarajan We’ve frequented this particular coffee shop for Sunday breakfast for as long as I can remember. Possibly even longer than that, considering Ma and Papa have been regulars here ever since they got married. The scrambled eggs on toast may have gradually shrunk over the decades, but my family’s loyalty … Continue reading
This is about reclaiming yourself as something that holds value even after being lost, broken, and quintessentially forgotten. Vintage here has been used as a metaphor for holding value. can you imagine that one day we cease to exist and all that’s left behind suddenly becomes of value maybe it’s the watch that your dad … Continue reading
before there were poems in this house, there was rummy; a pack of 52 playing cards in their plastic homes, stacked on the tallest shelf ever, my 4 year old hands couldn’t reach there. All the transgressions my grandma allowed- a whole bottle of coke, a CID marathon starting at midnight, but the cards were … Continue reading
