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CollectionFree Verse unni_kumaran012 years 6 months ago
CollectionFood Tales unni_kumaran012 years 6 months ago
StoryYaacob's Curry unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryValentine’s X’mas Party unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
Storywashed ashore unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Chicken and the Crow unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Dead Letter Box of Pleadings unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryReggie's Father's Vindaloo unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Cow unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryKL 2 unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryThings Far and Near unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryNew Year unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryKarthikan's law unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryLazarus unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Grandmother, the Chicken Curry and the Fox unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
Storyinklings unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
Storydog on pavement unni_kumaran012 years 7 months ago
StoryPonggal unni_kumaran214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Mosquito unni_kumaran214 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGenga - A remembrance unni_kumaran215 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Tiffin Carrier Man unni_kumaran415 years 5 months ago
Forum topicCherry Pressure? well-wisher2415 years 5 months ago
StoryMangrove Blooms unni_kumaran215 years 5 months ago
StoryNasi Lemak unni_kumaran216 years 5 months ago

My stories

New Year

Last Day of the Year Sun sets with no farewell Tomorrow it rises

Karthikan's law

Our quest for variety as well as to escape from the dreary and monotonous food served at the staff canteen took us regularly to a nondescript place under a tree, a few miles outside the college where
Cherry

Curry By Any Other Name

I was in Australia in the late Seventies, when the empire of curry was not fully established there.

Nasi Lemak

There is no meal as complete as the nasi lemak nor any that satisfies so completely all the senses connected with eating as this very common, almost taken-for-granted dish.

Lazarus

Lazarus By unni kumaran Max, our dog, once brought back a chicken; we don't know from where but it could have been from the market near our house. It was late at night. Television had just been introduced into the country and every evening the family sat up peering into the box until the last programme was over. It was a Saturday night and they were showing one of those serials that went on an on. Everyone including grandmother sat up for the show which was the last programme for the night and ended after midnight. So it was really late when Max brought his live chick home.

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