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The House of Echoes: Where Silence Becomes Law

The 1975 Chronicle. In August 15, 1947, the father woke us to the tryst with destiny. On June 25, 1975, the daughter tucked us into bed with the declaration of Emergency. One was a midnight of promise, the other a midnight of pause. And somewhere between those two hours, we learned that freedom is not inherited—it must be rehearsed, remembered, and reclaimed. The Emergency was not just a…

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World Mosquito Day 2025

🦟 The Mosquito Paradox: Pest, Pollinator, and Planetary Link On World Mosquito Day 2025, as the global theme urges us to “accelerate the fight against malaria for a more equitable world,” we might pause and ask: What happens when we win? Not the fight against malaria—but the war on mosquitoes themselves. 🌱 The Mosquito in the Bio-Feed Cycle Mosquitoes are often reduced to their role as…

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Weaselwati Rises:

A Prequel from Mango Meadows , How she Became the Patron Saint of Popped Paychecks There comes a moment in every woman’s life when she looks into the abyss of her wallet—and the wallet whispers back, “Naanu illa.” That, dear reader, was the exact moment Weaselwati was born. It was a Thursday. Or a Wednesday. Some midweek monstrosity that blended seamlessly into the next. I was sitting on the…

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KaaliKotri-Kokila a Forgotten Voice.

“In the Belly of Empire: A Night Between Jailers”A story told in secrets, ghosts, and dreams, as overheard by the bricks of Old Calcutta The Bengali jailer rarely spoke now. Most of him had melted into the damp of bricks and the rust of forgotten iron. But once in a while—on nights heavy with guilt and monsoon heat—his voice returned, curling like smoke along the river walls. That night, the…

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Saunter First and Explain Later

Here’s my sauntering manifesto, Parwati’s —unhurried, observant, and just cheeky enough to light a candle for the ants: The Saunter as Subversion: A Politics of the Unhurried What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.—W.H. Davies, Leisure In a world that glorifies hustle and monetizes attention, to saunter is not just leisure—it’s a quiet rebellion. A refusal to be…

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The Orange Tambli That Wasn't

Things Guests Will Misremember but Expect Anyway Jenny returned from her stay with Lalita Mallamma glowing like she’d been spiritually fed and slightly over-fed. She greeted Amma with a hug and a hunger. “What shall I cook for lunch?” Amma asked the next morning. “Orange tambli!” Jenny replied, full of confidence and culinary nostalgia. Amma froze. “Orange… tambli?” The only orange tambli…

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Of Parangi's and Pundigatti.

Lunch at Aunt Selvi’s: A Mangalorean Masala Somewhere between the coconut groves nodding in agreement with the wind and paddy fields glinting smugly in the noon sun, stood Aunt Selvi’s house—red-tiled, jasmine-scented, and perpetually accompanied by the smell of ghee, wood smoke, and mild family disapproval. It was supposed to be a simple lunch. But nothing is ever simple when you have a guest…

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On International Panic Day

Chocolate, Panic, and the Pipes That Don’t RestA first-person field note for the tenderly anxious and mythically inclined Before we get into gods, goat-hooved panic, and sympathetic surges, here’s what I’ve learned: you don’t face an emotional cyclone without provisions. You carry a talisman. Mine? Chocolate burfi. 🍫 Recipe Card for Sanity: Chocolate Burfi with Condensed Milk Ingredients: 1…

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Chocolates and Pipes That Don't Rest

🍫 Chocolate Burfi Recipe (Condensed Milk Method) Ingredients: 1 tin (400g) sweetened condensed milk ( I use Nestle Milkmaid.) 1½ cups milk powder 2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder 2 tablespoons ghee A pinch of salt Optional: chopped nuts (cashews or almonds) Instructions: Heat ghee gently in a nonstick pan. Stir in the condensed milk, followed by milk powder, cocoa, and salt. Keep…

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Uncle Sam's National Fudge Day

🍫 “Fudge Maadida” — A Story of Sweet Mischief and Meaning By the third day of summer vacation, Jenny and Andy had declared war on the beach. “The sand is getting everywhere,” Jenny grumbled, pulling a gritty towel from her backpack. “Even in my ears,” Andy added solemnly. That morning, they staged a silent rebellion: no sunscreen, no hats, no enthusiasm. Their aunts gave up and let them stay…

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When Elders Choose Themselves.

“Vyangya,” said Shobhakka, nudging her spectacles like they were both crown and curse, “is not sarcasm, child. It is truth fermented in irony, then rolled in homemade pickle. Sharp, not cruel. Like me.” Siri, 60, corporate detritus still clinging to her like static, blinked. “So… political cartoons?” “Cartoons?” Shobhakka scoffed, her walking stick slicing the air near a bemused peacock statue.…

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On Pop Goes the Weasal Day.

Pop Goes the Paycheck: Mango Meadows ChroniclesBy the Weaselwati Watchers Club It was a typical Saturday afternoon in Mango Meadows—the kind where the fan spins just fast enough to remind you of your unfinished to-do list, but not fast enough to blow away the smell of burnt instant coffee. Chits, Chats, and I were seated in our usual triangular formation, sipping our third-round filter coffee…

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Kitchen Klutz to Kitchen Queen.

Ah, June 13th. It’s not just any Friday the 13th. No, this year it’s the kind of cosmic collision that makes burnt toast look like a blessing: National Kitchen Klutzes of America Day lands squarely on the unluckiest day of the calendar. If you’re superstitious, you might want to avoid ladders, black cats, and… the kitchen. But for the rest of us—those of us who have ever set off the smoke alarm…

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Bhavagangamma's Brigade.

A Deja-Brew Of Emergency, and Revolution. I sit at my chaikhana, the scent of boiling tea and old arguments curling into the morning air. The temple square hums with the usual chatter—pilgrims, vendors, and the occasional revolutionary who has lost his cause but found a good cup of chai. It is June 12, the 50th anniversary of Indira Gandhi’s conviction. Strange, isn’t it? The Indira bashers,…

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World Oceans Day

“The Memory of Salt and Sky” Who really knows, and who can swear,How creation came, when or where!Even gods came after creation’s day—Who really knows, who can truly say?— Rig Veda 10.129 The sea was calm today, with the tide at its full height. The moon lay fair upon the straits, casting a silver sheen over the waters like a benediction. Light blinked and vanished from a distant lighthouse,…

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Of Deep Freezers and Gender War

World Food Safety Day at Mango Meadows: A Tupperware Tale of Toxicity and Tension It began, as most good conspiracies do, with a whiff of righteous indignation and a whirring food processor. World Food Safety Day had descended upon Mango Meadows like a fully microwaved, cling-filmed leftover — shiny, suspicious, and somehow still lukewarm in the centre. Chits (Chitra) was already in a state.…

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Wicket World Of Croquet

June 7, the calendar said. Wicket Croquet Day.And I, your humble reader of footnotes and fine print, Kamandaki (the Vidhushaki with a passion for peculiar pastimes), found myself yet again in the company of flamingos, hedgehogs, and ill-tempered monarchs. Yes, dear rasikas, I was re-reading Alice in Wonderland. For the nth time. Nth as in that mystical number where logic gives up and imagination…