A day with Thathayya

Thathayya is what I endearingly called my maternal grandfather. He was a man who followed his routine like a ritual. Every day, he woke up at the exact same time and followed his routine like clockwork.  Thathayya’s morning ritual When the clock struck 7, he rose from his folding wicker cot, sat upright and rubbed…

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Training Wheels

Do you remember the first time you rode a bicycle by yourself? I do.  Being the last kid in the family, all I ever got was hand-me-downs. And the bicycles they gave me were either too big or too wonky for me. Thus, making the idea of training wheels too far-fetched for someone who couldn’t…

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