The Untold story of my Mother

The Untold story of my Mother

My mother was a product of her upbringing. The stiff upper lip, a legacy of the British Empire, was left behind even after independence and it became the trademark of my mother’s parental home in Madras, which is now known as Chennai, a South Indian coastal city in...
An Ode to my Era

An Ode to my Era

Whoever says that the present generation has it easy, must either be talking through their hat or to use the present day lingo, ‘be high!’ Being a 60s child, I believe that my life was a cakewalk compared to what these millennia are going through. I had no pressure...