a hairwash at 7 in the evening. a sweet kozhakattai. and a salty one. a cow, a dog and a cat on the same street. the 13th day after a death. a birthday. walking to a shop across the street. drawing a wet kolum in the hall. eating off a banana leaf. gossip. reading the times of india.
104 degrees on firstborn’s forehead. and i have not freaked out. so. this is where i left behind my sanity.