This was written a few years ago. And somehow thought of it today, as a note to self. A reminder. Yes, all that’s in the title. — P. and I studied together. Literally. We spent time in each other’s homes, poring over books, discussing mathematics and electronic circuits. I am su…
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It was somewhere in Nungambakkam. I don’t remember exactly what the story was; I was trying to talk to some people and then walked to the main road to …
It could have been three years ago. I saw the slider on Netflix, and saw a row of white faces lined up for me to scroll. And for a moment, I thought - …
I was helping my father repair a telephone connection. It was a landline, and sometimes inside that small dabba with all the connectors, the screws wou…
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