Ink Blots

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  • Trains – 1

    I can’t claim to have always loved trains. When I was a child, I found them agonising. Every summer, my parents would solemnly promise me exotic travels to far-flung lands and then invariably drag me to the not-so-far-flung streets of Srirangam via Pallavan Superfast Express Chennai Egmore to Karaikudi via Tambaram, Chengalpattu, Vridachalam, etc etc. Read more

  • Detective Shambu – An Unofficial Translation

    Thuppariyum Shambu is a series written by Tamil author Devan about a bumbling detective named Shambu. I decided to try my hand at translation and so, here is the first story in the series. Hope you like it! As One Job Went, Another Came “If one is a fool by forty, then he is a Read more

  • Bon Appetit

    Cooking and me do not go together. We do not gel well. We have the sort of relationship where we nod at one another politely from opposite ends of the room before turning and attending to our respective businesses. Much like a couple who ended on bad terms, it is unwise to leave us alone Read more

  • Childhood Shenanigans — The Amusement Park

    It began with a chair. You know the chairs. Those ratty, swivelly office chairs with wheels. My dad had many of those. He would swap them around, one in his office, one in his room, one in my room, one generally rattling around the house… My friend, her little brother, and I got ahold of Read more

  • Childhood Shenanigans — The Mall

    When one is around nine or ten, one is inevitably short of cash. Of course, one has a wallet — the wallet being one’s parents — but this is hardly a limitless source. Or rather, this is hardly an unconditional source. And one craves the independence of not having to ask. One craves to be Read more

  • Bangalore Boogaloo

    (I realised that the overuse of “friend” might be confusing, and so for the purposes of convenience, the characters in this story shall be labelled Accompanying-Friend, Friend-With Apartment, and Good-and-Kind-Friend) A little while ago, I made an impulsive decision to head to Bangalore to visit some friends and family. I managed to drag along hapless Read more

  • Amalgamation 2

    1: Religion I took two planes last weekend – to and from Bangalore (yes, I live in Chennai, yes it’s a roughly 40 minute plane-ride, what about it). It was a smooth ride to Bangalore. Around 15 minutes into the flight, I pressed my nose against the window and saw that we were floating on Read more

  • English, Punctures, and Haunted Higginbothams

    My social calendar has oddly been packed for the last month. Going from being somewhat of a loner for the first three months of the year to being surrounded by 3-4 people at any given point in time has been strange but has also been quite fun. Yesterday my end-sems, er, ended. Our last exam Read more

  • The Perils of Ranganathan Street

    When one lives in Chennai, one not only passes through various shop-laden streets, such as Pondy Bazaar but is, as an unsuspecting child, often dragged to these places by a parent or relative to do some last-minute (or not-so-last-minute) shopping. And once one grows up, they recollect these excruciating memories with some sense of fondness Read more

  • 24th, 25th, & 26th (I Went To London)

    Friday: Ever since I arrived in Liverpool, I have passed by a cat cafe every time I walk through Bold Street. This Friday evening, I finally went. As the lady at the front desk opened the door, letting me in, it as as though the gates of heaven themselves had clanged open. There were three Read more

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