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…

This week with Ryan


I don’t know what gratitude is in the world of a 5-year-old. I assume it’s entitlement for them most of the time. Their clothes magically appear washed and milk is always at that correct temperature to drink and a wet head of hair is wiped anxiously lest they catch a cold.

Amma, what is THAT?


You know that naked dream you had when you were in middle school, where you were standing at the assembly or some equally public place and all off a sudden you were stark naked? On a scale of 1 to ‘That Dream’, what I am going to tell you would score ‘That Dream’ on the…

Once upon a Headache


“Can sharks fly?” “No they can’t” “Can dogs vomit?” “Yes they can.” “Can a robot cry?” (Sighs) ” I am not sure.” “When is my birthday?” “You know it’s next week.” “Can you carry me?” “Why?” “Does your head hurt? ” “Stevie please no more questions. I have a headache.” “I go get medicine.” Returns…