A random memory – HigginBotham’s at Madras Central

At Madras Central (or Chennai Central as you young ones call it) in the 1980s, I looked forward to buying books at HigginBotham’s. It was the beginning of the journey back home. The last 36 odd hours on a train before you had to go back to school.

But much as I loved books, I always bought my books at HigginBotham’s because I thought it had something to do with Ian Botham. People were still telling young impressionable children like me about the Ashes in 1981. In my head, any book bought at HigginBotham’s got me closer to Ian Botham.

(Actually, I love you HigginBotham’s. You saved me from a life of literary privation. And you made a small eight year old girl feel like she was shaking hands with Ian Botham.)

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Ek cup chai

I drown my sleepiness in half-glassful of tea.

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Test match

“The secret to watching test matches is to know when to when to have a nap.”- great-uncle who passed away but has left me the legacy of love for a test match.

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Nankhatai for a Sunday evening

Something made me yearn for the lovely, crumbly nankhatai biscuits today. It goes perfectly well with tea, is absurdly simple to make, and works better with ghee rather than butter.

Ridiculously easy to make and deeply satisfying. Nom nom!

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Life and handcream

If my life is going to be one *FacePalm* moment after another, the least I can do is buy decent hand-cream.

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On Going to India

Am somewhat in demand around this time of the year. It’s when people begin planning their holidays, and some of those looking to book their tickets way in advance want to head to India. Lovely, am always happy to talk about the places they should go to, helping people carve their plans out…

All good. Except I’ve met many people who moan about the heat and the dirt/ dust like it’s a badge of honour. It’s part of their travel story, the kinds they tell you with minor embellishments (who doesn’t?) and with warmth. But I’m tired of telling them that it doesn’t make them ‘cool’.

Yes, it’s hot and uncomfortable for nearly half the year but if you stopped trying to look for yourself by suffering on purpose, you’d discover air conditioned hotels and cars. Or maybe abandon your idea that all heat and sun is enjoyable – discover the healing power of shade and an afternoon snooze.

Or stop being a miser and go when the weather is decent.

As I managed to snap at someone – “Your ancestors managed to deal with the heat and rule over the country, despite the lack of electricity. You’re made of stronger stuff. But if you want a story out of it – go ahead and slog it”.

Travelling in India is not an endurance test. And if you pretend it is, you’re not much better than the desi tourist who complains about the rotis not being soft enough whilst in Switzerland.

End rant.

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The bird

Nearly stole my lunch

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