Recliner Reminiscences

I bought my first mobile phone—a Nokia 3100—after my wife’s auto-rickshaw met with a minor accident. I wanted us to stay connected in...

Do you remember when phones were a rare luxury, cherished and protected? For much of my childhood, I didn’t even know such a thing...

Some things in life never stop bothering you, no matter how routine they become. Take shaving and haircuts, for example—they’re constant,...

My manager, despite his strictness, would often accompany me part of the way home, taking a taxi to Aminjikarai to ensure I got on the...

This story takes place during the two years I worked at an advertising company, just before joining the bank.  I owe that job to my elder...

The so-called “progress” or “modernity” has swallowed you and your way of thinking. There was a time when all of you sat together,...

It wasn’t cheap. You searched high and low, sparing no expense to bring me into your home, ensuring I fit perfectly into your...

I’ve written about our trip to Swamimalai and how some family members reached milestone birthdays. One of them was our niece from my...

There were many opportunities for me to pursue further education. I had joined a correspondence course, but I abandoned it as soon as I...

Much of what I’ve written so far has been about looking back—some memories sweet, others painful. But how do we judge a life’s success or...

I’ve written about my sons’ visits to India—how they spend time with us, filling our hearts with memories that sustain us until the next...

I stand by my earlier assertion: time moves slowly or quickly depending on our mood. How is it that 17 days could pass in what felt like...

A short ride brought us to the temple, where the abhishegam went smoothly. The rituals were performed for the main deity, Lord Muruga,...

The next day was an important one—we were visiting my family’s deity at the Vaitheeswaran Koil. Although we finished breakfast around...

Oh, the trip was wonderful. Unforgettable. Memorable. One of the best! Even the seasoned members among us, including me, had a blast. We...

Yes, after a great deal of wrangling, she finally said the vehicle was in a workshop for painting, and I could take a look at it. She...

As I searched for transport options, my doubts were confirmed: most vehicle operators running grand websites are just commission agents....

Does time move fast or slow? Looking back over the past 75 years, it feels like time ebbs and flows—sometimes rushing by alarmingly fast,...

Until my early 40s, I was in good health, aside from some eye issues and back pain caused by poor posture. I rarely needed medication,...

The title? Absolutely misleading—it should’ve been the opposite. I’ve rarely won at sports, but my love for them has never waned....