I made up this word. People have to-go boxes for takeaway orders. I have a bunch of to-go memories. Safely tucked in my backpack, there are a couple of photographs, a journal, letters, handmade cards, and some personalized gift messages that Amazon delivered years ago. These are what I call my to-go memories; the bits … Continue reading The To-Go Memories
At the risk of sounding old school, I admit that I like traditions. Especially those related to food. Well, who doesn't enjoy a perfectly roasted turkey on Thanksgiving or a rich plum cake on Christmas? It is interesting that how good food has always been the driving factor behind celebrations (religious or not) across different … Continue reading The Fishy Traditions
During my childhood, Sundays were fun; days that I used to look forward to. Eggs and noodles for breakfast, my favorite cartoon shows on TV, rice and my Ma's special chicken curry for lunch (I still consider it as the world's best chicken curry!), and a forever happy vibe that lingered throughout the day. Spending time with my dolls or coloring books or staring idly at the sky and drawing imaginary figures in the clouds - Sundays were filled with innocence and joy. Occasionally, I used to go to the Sunday market with my father, visit the pet shop and say hello to a pair of white mice and a fat guinea pig, and come home with a packet of hot, crispy Jalebis. The evenings were usually spent playing Chinese checkers with my parents.