Parents and Elephants. They never forget.

Parents are special. They love us. We love them. This is prudent, because parents know more about us than we do. All those years we don’t remember? They do. And being clever, they keep this blackmail material closely hoarded and bring it out to share at the worst possible moments. My parents’ favourite fallbacks are: […]

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The painted elephant

“How would you feel about moving to India?” asked the husband in an offhand way. It got me to remembering my first grand adventure when my parents slipped me out of school for three months and we explored the sub-continent. My parents got Delhi Belly,  I didn’t. I saw what a Thai lady can do […]

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