On any leisurely afternoon, while at MG Road, you would often get some coffee at the India Coffee House.  If you were in a mood for some snacks, you could order a dosa or a cutlet.


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Being a simple egg on toast guy, not for the lack of time but for disinterest in breakfast as a whole, I am fascinated by elaborate breakfasts.  Those, for which, one needs elaborate arrangements and those, which have mouth-watering names such as Appam-chicken stew, Parota-beef-fry, Puttu-kadala-curry, Iddiappam-egg-roast, Avalakki-bath, Shaavigay, ( Read more... )

Since August 2010, I have had a newfound love for books.  Not for novels or literature but academic books.  The last year, it was mostly books for competitive tests and when I thought that I wrote the test poorly in February, I was summoned for an interview in March.  March 2011 was turbulent, really.  Among other distractions, I did attend the ( Read more... )

The worst that could ever happen, happened and since then, healing winds blow desperately to dry wounds.  It's been four months since dad passed away.  Well, I could fly down to see him, but I couldn't be with him during his last moments at the ICU.  His respiratory system failed and moments later, his heart.  It was a cold Friday morning.  The ( Read more... )

Every morning at Nani Daman, women clean large heaps of very tiny shrimp and separate them into two smaller heaps; one of which I believe is left spread out for drying and the other is sold fresh.


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Young girl who had a hole in her heart, now corrected.


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