Papa’s Umbrella

My papa had this huge umbrella. He made me feel like Cinderella. Unlike many other languages in India, Catholics here … More

My First Cigarette

A couple of years after my birth, my dad bought the perfect house. And so we shifted to our new … More

Papa’s Breakfast

We are in the month of August. Fondly remembering someone’s birthday, to be honest. My maternal grandfather, Zephrine, who was … More