Memories from the land I call home
I have this habit of reading good articles and admiring people who have a way with words. The kind of writers who can take everyday thoughts and shape them beautifully. Back when I was in Chennai, I stayed in Velachery. It was close to IIT Madras, and our church had students from IIT attending Sunday... Continue Reading →
Today, as I was getting ready to go to the bank, I reached for a bottle of perfume I had not used in a while. It reminded me that sometimes, what is meant for us finds its way back, often when we least expect it. And I felt it was the perfect moment to write... Continue Reading →
During my college years in Coimbatore, I stayed in a private hostel tucked away near campus. It was not just students from my college but young women from various colleges across the city who shared that space, creating a vibrant mix of backgrounds, dreams, and stories. That is where I met Sr. Rosline. Sr. Rosline... Continue Reading →
I have known Sister Ferisha since my 7th or 8th grade. Back then, she was the senior nurse or maybe the head nurse at JM Hospital in Coimbatore. I’m not exactly sure of her title, but what I do remember clearly is the comfort she brought me during one of the most painful recurring experiences... Continue Reading →
It was a typical Saturday morning. The kind where you don’t expect anything out of the ordinary. But that day, we decided to clean out our garage. Rats had begun nesting there, chewing through wires and even sneaking into our vehicle. It was long overdue. So Mum, my brother, a worker, and I got down... Continue Reading →
Home between the hills 