Celebrating Vintage

Every time I spot a rose in the supermarket I am fondly reminded of my maternal grandmother. Ammachy, I dearly call her, loves her rose garden which blooms aplenty in the summer. Pretty pink, dove-white and blood red are her most cheered bloomers. She would dutifully water her plants,  “my best companions” she often said,…

To New Beginnings

The pilot’s incoherent accent was decipherable this time,  “Ladies and Gentlemen we are about to touch down Dubai airport in 15 minutes. Cabin crew prepare for landing.” It is 9.30 pm in Dubai and I couldn’t contain my excitement. This October evening is a special one. The  sky-scrappers lit dramatically and I could tell that…