Pancake Banter 


So Steve and I are flipping pancakes in the kitchen. He sits on his usual place on the kitchen counter, ‘helping’ me out.  He pours batter out from a squeezy bottle, oooohs and aaaahs as bubbles appear on the surface of the pancakes as they cook. And then when it is ready to flip em,…

The Day I wept at a Confessional


The year was 1999. I was 16 years old and in the 11th grade. And for the majority of Indian kids who had stumbled into the Science stream like me, this also meant the year that our parents would impose the dreaded entrance coaching classes upon us. One name reigned supreme in Kerala’s entrance coaching world – P.C.Thomas. You had either heard…

A trip to the restroom


 She smelt it before she saw it. The slight smell of urine and disinfectant.  ‘Tch’, someone said irritably and walked past her to open the door to the ladies restroom.    She followed the woman inside and scanned the scene inside calmly. On the left was a full length mirrored wall. There was the line…