A Cooked up Story

Hello Folks!!! This morning, we woke up to a very hot and sunny day. As usual, I watered the plants and my sister plucked a few fruits, after which we sat on the cool stone bench in the garden and sipped some fresh mango juice. As we were enjoying our few minutes there in the peaceful silence, I remembered something that happened on a very similar day, many years ago during a beautiful summer in southern Africa …. I was still a little girl who used to spend the entire holiday playing with my baby sister in a pretty little gazebo. In the evenings, when it used to become very hot, I would go swimming. I used to do the backstroke, the dog paddle, breast stroke and my most favourite way of swimming was diving deep into the pool and swim under water. I also would carry my sister on my back and swim with her!!! Such beautiful days… One particular day, we went to visit our new neighbour. She was very welcoming and we loved her just like our granny. As per the North Indian tradition, whe...

Hello Folks!!! The past few weeks in Bangalore have been marked by rainy evenings and nights too cold to stay without a pair of socks and a sweater. I was just sitting in my veranda and watching the rain fall. It was then that my mind time travelled into the past and I relived the day I was riding my bicycle to my dance class on a rainy evening. I was in grade 7 when we had the annual day celebration of our dance class. I used to go to my dance class directly from school and stay there for practice until 9 at night due to which I would carry my dance class uniform, 2 bottles of water and an extra box of snacks to eat before my class began- all packed carefully in my school bag. It was a really tough schedule and used to strain out the energy of the dancer but those are some memories that will never leave my mind. The last day of rehearsals was very tiring and after practice I was waiting for my parents to pick me up. At that time, my teacher went to the kitchen and brought me this ...