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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Living with Daughters

Daughters I clearly remember the day I knew my younger daughter loves me. She is about seven years old. I scold her for something petty. Tears well up in her eyes; she runs to her mother to make her complaint. Her mother gives her the old line of “Daddy being Daddy” and tells her not to bother about... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Home for Mother

Mother Mother has two great desires – both simple, but sometimes not easy to put in place. The first concerns the house we grew up in. It is the first and only house built by Father. It has a thatched roof, mud floors, walls of woven bamboo plastered with mud and washed with lime. It stands in a... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Coping with Life

The Tandoori Chicken Story I shall call it the tandoori chicken story. The year is 1977. I work in a semi-government. organization in Guwahati. After all deductions, my take-home pay is rupees eight hundred fifty or thereabouts. Towards the end of every month, I borrow some money from friends and... Sign in to see full entry.

Growing Up

HOUSE WITH TWO DOORS The house we live in as children has two exits. You can enter and exit through the front door as in all cases. There is also a side door that is opened only from the inside. Father’s favourite place when at home is the big chair near the front door. The extra exit comes in handy... Sign in to see full entry.

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