Spanish coffee shop chronicles
Author: Vani
The years adding up: millennial music memories
The last few days, I’ve been stumped by the number of years that have passed since certain events. What numbers are we talking about?! How do double-digit numbers like this feature in my life?
An 18-year-old soft toy
There’s an 18-year-old soft toy in my life. Also in my life is a little boy who was born two months after the soft toy came to me. A not-so-little boy who’s soon turning 18.
Island landing scenes
Scenes, memories, of first sights of two islands.
An Indian participant’s AWID 2024 recollections
Recollections from attending my first AWID Forum, an international conference of feminist, women’s and gender rights, LGBTQIA+ movements.
A few types of happy
A few happy moments from tough times.
The Delhi Driving License Test
I wasn’t one of those smart kids who learnt to drive at 18 and comfortably got a license. In the last year, if you think I managed to get a license, at least now, as a 37-year-old, I have to say, unfortunately, no. Not for lack of trying, though; I attempted the test and failed. Before you judge me for failing, I want to tell you about the Delhi license test that is a curse from hell.
Thirty Seven
I turned 37 today!
Thoughts from dosa-making
Making dosas should be straightforward enough, especially for a Tamilian. No? Four thoughts from this morning’s dosa-making experience that mirrors my every dosa-making experience.
Ponniyin Selvan’s songs and the joys of album listening
Stream of consciousness, slightly obsessive writing about music ahead. Do you listen to the soundtrack of a yet-to-be-released film and wonder how the songs will feature in the film?