Mechilpuram

As it’s Easter eve, I decided to tap open that Pandora box of memories and reflect for a bit Mine would be the memories of rushing back home after Easter dinner that’s offered at church, having a good night’s sleep and waking up to devour freshly made appams and stew.  The dream during the day of Easter would be waking up to smiles and good food. The ride to and fro church through the roads past midnight are also etched in my memories Amma would never let us touch the stew that she prepared before church-going, even after the lent had finished! We had to wait until the next morning to experience her mastery  Then the get-together party that we / our relatives would host later that day, with laughs, meats, sweets and alcohols flowing. Then the drive back home dreading school the next day How can I forget the Easter bunnies that my relatives used to gift us? Also the hard boiled eggs that we used to peel at church for Easter dinner? Good memories, that can’t be relived Now, on t...

It’s raining cats and dogs in Bengaluru today. Having binged on a few “Appupan and the Boys” episodes and a bath later, I was ready to head to church, with the rains overshadowing a small fear on my plans.  No tip, no auto A tip and 3 minutes later, my auto anna whisked me off to St George Orthodox Church, Indranagar. Carefully made my steps up and down the stairs. A fear inside that I’m at risk of tripping with my formals Attending my first Pesaha in Bengaluru, it was satisfying to attend in unity with others at the church. Having a prayer book (in Manglish) did help my cause, or otherwise I would be standing mute The after qurbana ritual is to hail the nearest auto. It was still raining 5 minutes, 10 minutes later….. no. Church goers milling around me to grab dinner while I retreated to the church’s car park to book my auto Making the frankly courageous decision to walk all the way home was the last thing on my mind, but being new to church and having eyes cast on my hair do dete...