I have stolen sugar cubes from restaurants infinite times, right from my childhood. Somehow, I still do.
Nothing else. Just sugar cubes.
Don’t ask me why. I just do.
The drive to my college takes about twenty minutes sans the traffic jams. This means Prasad Chettan and I have plenty of time to talk. And so, we have formed the habit of chatting and catching up on random things around us.
Yesterday, we got caught up in a somewhat annoying traffic jam. The situation got us discussing about the routes and diversions in and around Ernakulam. Suddenly, Continue reading “House No. 4”