fledgling

A Saturday night. We drive through Karapakkam as my dad and I are stuck in deciding where to head for dinner. That was when my eyes spotted Junior Kuppanna and I instantly knew this was the right place for tonight. Our tummies were growling and we had to stop a few metres away from the restaurant. This one was no other ordinary joint. It has been close to our heart for over a year now and this was one of the very few places that exuded the taste and warmth of home which even sometimes made my mom swoon at their secret recipes. We were welcomed warmly and led to our seats. The homely atmosphere puts us at ease and we start to look at the menu. It was quite evident that the dishes were mostly from rural South Tamil cookbooks, for which we were quite charged up. I wonder what to order for some time and then finally decide on trying out Erode dosa. Though a simple one, it is a favourite among many Tamils. Known for it soft and moist texture, it finds its roots in the humble kitchens o

February 14. On the day when couples around the world celebrated being together with their loved one, so many wives lost their husbands. Grief. Pain. Tears. Shattered dreams. This is what every grief-stricken family of the victims involved in this year's shocking Pulwama terror attack is left with. The severity of this year's Pulwama terror attack has shook the country. India is sleeping. While the entire country's citizens have united against the face of terror and bloodshed, the so-called 'leaders' of the nation have long dozed off. The bravehearts have long protected us in adverse conditions leaving their family behind while we have enjoyed our lives in luxury. Even when these courageous  jawans need a final farewell, none of the 'authorities' prioritize the need of the hour. Probably India is the only country where its Prime Minister would travel abroad and schedule an international campaign ad shoot for himself during a national cris