Unishta
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Memories of linen In the old days Hubby Dear used to travel a lot. And much like the merchant in the classic fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast, my husband would ask his two girls what they wanted him to bring back from his travels. And like the good little girls they were, they… Read more
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Across the road from where I live, are two flowering purple trees. According to me they are the Jacaranda- a tree that is native to South America . It is also native to India because it has a name in Sanskrit too – one that sounds remarkably like the English name . But last… Read more
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Last night as I was feeding Ms Papaya, I looked up and saw the sunset. There were no words to describe the changing sky as it morphed from ripples of white cloud into a peachy pink that slowly turned deeper into magenta and then purple before finally giving up to become dark . As the… Read more
Twenty- five Seven 