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Social media days

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“I just got added to a WhatsApp group,” Dad said during our video chat, “that has all my classmates from tenth grade.” Said group was blowing up with hundreds of messages and Dad spent hours on it, trying to identify the faces of the members. But attempting something like that thirty five years after he’d last seen them was challenging. Still, the fact that he’s not very great at identifying faces in general can’t be overlooked. But his experience still highlighted a major difference between the generations we belonged in. I haven’t been in his shoes yet because of one major factor- social media. When I joined Instagram in 2017, it was purely to reconnect with ex-classmates from school. My friends who were already on the app told me all about how easy it was to stay in touch and it piqued my interest.  Instagram opened a whole world for me. I got to text people I hadn’t seen in ten years. It led to new experiences and reviving old connections.  For Dad, the Wh

An exciting day at Thodupuzha

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“And it was an exciting day”, Mom finished telling the story to Dad. I am talking about our Thodupozha trip when we were on vacation. We had woken up early in the morning and had waited for Sethu kochamma and Kochachan. They had offered to pick us up and come with us to Thodupuzha because of a special occasion which would happen at Divya chitta’s husband’s house. I liked their house. Calm and quiet, with 3 small garden ponds filled with fishes and a small stream near by. But the nicest thing that pleased me was nil mosquitoes! That’s because of the fishes in the garden pond, which would gobble them up. This is one of the best places on earth. Uncle Prasanth and uncle Mahesh were there too. Uncle Prasanth took some photos of me and showed me all around. He is a regular reader of my blog. He is going to get married in January with aunt Vani. Divya’s chitta had a big tummy since she is pregnant. All grown ups settled afterwards in the living room, where there was a table loaded with

Film shooting at home

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I have written about my Dad’s home earlier, right people? But that doesn’t mean I wrote all about it. So here I go: After grandpa passed away, grandma moved to Bangalore with aunt Smitha. Few months after, they came back for a short vacation and when they reached our house there they saw a sad sight. Few flower pots have been broken and the well had been filled with rubbish. There were few other things that were damaged too. They were puzzled. Obviously there was lot of people who had done this, but whom? Almost the same time uncle Ajay called us from Bahrain and told that he has seen our house on TV. Some people were shooting a film there. Now all the puzzle pieces fitted into place. So that meant the film people were looking for a pretty house to shoot a movie. When they saw our home they thought it was a lovely place. With the help of our maid they shot the movie there, damaging a few things as they went by. So Dad called them and gave a piece of his mind. He would be calling