
Shraavani
blogs from Bhubaneshwar


You're sitting in the drawing room with your grandfather. He reluctantly chews the sandwich you made for him, out of fresh vegetables you think he'll like. He drinks the cup of kehwa like a victory song. On Sunday mornings he tells you stories about his childhood and fragments of him that you never...
Posted on 29 April 2017 | 1:01 am
Read postLife and I, life and I we have this game, you know. I just have to like a guy, turn to life, say "him". Life will look at me, grin like a teenage boy after his first puff of cigarette and blow the guy up in smokes. Smokes that are as gray as the color of the pessimism and failure combined. You see t...
Posted on 11 March 2017 | 10:26 am
Read postAt school on a Wednesday, our teacher taught us about buildings. Schools, hospitals, houses. Bricks and mortar. Achievements of human toil. At recess, the wisest among us spoke, "What builds a house into a home is people. " The ingredients to a build a home, they told me Was A mother, a father and a...
Posted on 11 March 2017 | 10:22 am
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