Skeletons In Closets

They stood at the opposite ends of the courtyard, but both those rooms were restricted for everyone except my grandmother. One was her beloved temple- we weren't allowed to as much touch the latch. The other was the best-kept state secret.  Undoubtedly, our only agenda for our summer vacations was to get a sneak peek … Continue reading Skeletons In Closets

No Appetite For Seconds

We called it our aeroplane. The epithet was misplaced. It should have been rocket- equally temperamental and majestic. That was my father’s white ambassador- his first car. It looked massive to my six-year-old self. You could roll down the dark tinted windows, honk its horn, play hide and seek in it and if you were … Continue reading No Appetite For Seconds