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Morbid or Grateful during COVID?

It is one time zone of our lives we will always remember but wouldn't want to return to, ever. Most certainly, the modern times would be known as a time before and after the new- Corona Virus 19 or  nCOVID  19 outbreak. This pandemic which by now has made millions sick, thousands dead and another millions under lockdown in their own homes across the globe has not been witnessed by anyone since the last century. The lockdown means many different things to numerous people. To the frontline health workers, it means endless hours of taking care of the patients, covering themselves in layers and layers of personal protective equipments ( PPEs) and staying away from their families for their safety.. For the sanitation workers, it means sanitizing each and every nook and corner of the  public places, time and again so that the premises doesn't turn to be  a prospective hotbed of virus transmission. For the policeforce, it varies between manning the empty roads, nei...
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Countryside vs. Wasteland

God's Own Country (Posted on my FB profile a few years back) I am in God's own country , Kerala and I am a visiting Keralite being born and brought up outside it. The wide expanse of greenery, the slushy ponds, rain cast clouds and the view from various houses have always been a few of my favourite images associated with this land. Also , I have always been very impressed with the common keralites sense of waste management.. turning kitchen waste into manure, burying bio degradable waste & burning dry waste into 'adippu' (tradit ional fire burner) and use it as fuel . Compost is a household word here. The wow factor ends here. Now to think of it, maybe the common keralite never had the choice to deal with waste in any other way. THERE IS NO SYSTEM OF PUBLIC WASTE DISPOSAL !! (maybe except in a few cities). With growing use of plastic and non bio- degradable products as a result of modern life needs , Kerala is soon becoming "God's own waste...
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An Attempted Comeback!

                                     10 years after I first started blogging! Finished college.... started working...got married... mother to 2 adorable daughters.. So many years have elapsed ... The fire is still inside  though on the back burner! Writing is something that keeps me alive and positive. Hope to see myself on this forum soooon. I miss reading my words!
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Stunt Gurl!

Stunt Gurl ! My brother, fondly called ‘ Baiyya ’ and who is elder to me by 8 years, is and has been my pillar of strength and support. Our childhood days were full of pranks, mischief and fights. (Obviously sourced from one side and directed at me!!) He had to be responsible for me, having to be my nanny many-a-times! Now, this unescapable duty made him so opportunist that he treated me as his guinea pig for his dare devil stunts! Once, he gave me the scare of my life! When I was all of 4 or 5, he affectionately took me in his arms and held me upside down, clutching my ankles out of the 2 nd floor staircase! I screamed so loud that my lungs would have blown out that day! Phew!! He must have definitely proved his machismo but I can never forget the day a kid performed a ‘forcible stunt’! Wow! The memories of childhood are ever so wonderful. My brother was a constant support and with whom I shared all my joys, complaints, heart breaks and excitement. I still remember when as a kid, I ...
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Bachpan Adventure Series- updated!

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I remember a few moments from my childhood- a phase of life where most kids are really inquisitive about the world around them. Even I was one of them. From the time of my birth, I was everybody’s pet and especially, my dad’s. He’s the one who really brought me up with values, discipline and love. (The sequencing is intentional, as seen from my eyes.) Nevertheless, as a kid, it was Daddy who dressed me up for school, oiled and combed my hair, served me food and played with me. An incident that refuses to ditch my memory is when I was all of 4 years old. Daddy and I were playing with pillows. I was on the bed and Daddy was the ‘tiger’. The rule was that the ‘tiger’ was to ‘eat’ me though wasn’t allowed to climb up the bed. I still remember how Daddy scared me to death with his ‘growls’. We had to throw pillows at each other- defending ourselves! Now, the twist! There I saw another tiger approaching us from the other room…. A tigress, to be precise… growling at both of us!!! Well, this w...
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