I was greeted by a room full of bright-eyed young girls. They were shy at first, and I attempted to break the ice by introducing myself as warmly as possible. Some smiled and nodded, others stared on blankly. I felt unsure.
For a brief while before the age of three, I lived with my mother and maternal grandparents in Siliguri, a sleepy town on the northern part of West Bengal.
Growing up in Trivandrum and visiting Kolkata once a year, I'd romanticized the city for as long as I can remember. Every summer, we made a month-long trip to Kolkata. Kolkata, the city of joy. Kolkata, the city in which my parents grew up and fell in love. Kolkata, the city which held my loved... Continue Reading →
Growing up in Trivandrum, CDS was a fascinating expanse. It was a research institute on the outskirts of Trivandrum.
We arrived at Thiruvananthapuram one fine March – a couple of months too early to be enrolled at school. I was promptly put in a creche where a nice old lady kept an eye on me while my parents were away at work.
Looking back on the time we spent in the sleepy town of Trivandrum, most memories come into focus against a select few backdrops - our home, my parents’ workplace, my best friend’s house, and my school, curiously in that order. An unusual suspect on this list is Mohan kada (or Mohan’s shop), our friendly neighborhood grocer.