Jtales

Kerala for me was only 10 days of vacation and what my parents talked about. I always heard my parents talk about Kerala how they walked miles, their neighbourhood , their school life, and in fact there were times I envied them when they tell how they enjoyed walking to school. ( while I don't even like going to school) But I always held pride in saying, "I don't know much malayalam"," I am a Bangalorean " and I used to take it as a compliment when somebody says ,"I don't look like a Malayalee". Until I was 18 and I moved to kochi, It was not easy for somebody who was in Bangalore all their life to move to a hostel Life in Kochi, there were times I cried saying I wanna go home, I can't stay here . There were times I found the art of small talk no more an art rather something really annoying. I didn't know whether to take it  as an offense when people laughed when I spoke in malayalam. Eventually I started loving kochi, be it Kap

Into my so-called night out - Ever since I was young I always wanted to be out and experience nightlife, living with curfews I understood the nightlife from my window. Nightlife to me may not be parting hard or getting drunk, it's some times a cup of lime tea, a deep conversation, and a laugh out loud. It's 8pm and I'm out in the shopping streets of Ooty. I still have no idea why I'm in the shopping street, I am not good at shopping, but still, my friends and I decided to walk up and down the street, we sniffed the essential oils the shop keepers tried selling to us, we tasted the Ooty chocolates and landed up buying them. Yet we didn't stop walking. There was this narrow pocket road and I saw Mariam there before I could say something, she was like, "come drink from here it's awesome". After a walk, I came back to this place for lime tea, and never left until we were asked to leave. He made the best lime tea, soon after I took the first sip, I asked