I write this post at 8am on a surprisingly pleasant September morning, anticipating dry heat to hit me hard in the face in approximately two and a half hours. But you know what? I don't care. It is Onam. The day that my fellow members of the Mundu-wearing and toddy drinking state and I, make an earnest effort to be happy and not stuff our faces with meat. (Namboodiris please excuse.)
Monday, 16 September 2013
Sunday, 1 September 2013
"I hope you understand"
When I was ten
My best friend moved away.
It was hard and I missed her.
Mama told me it was inevitable,
But I didn't care.
All I got for consolation was
"I hope you understand".
My best friend moved away.
It was hard and I missed her.
Mama told me it was inevitable,
But I didn't care.
All I got for consolation was
"I hope you understand".
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