Aruna Babu

The Cat Had Only Shat in a Pot

I went to Kerala for a week and stayed for two. The trip had already felt rushed when, the day before I was supposed to return to Bangalore, ₹25,000 disappeared from my bank account. Someone had stolen my debit card details, and I watched in horror while the transactions

Just a Bloody Task

One of my earliest memories around things breaking is taking them to my father. A toy that had stopped working. A jar that wouldn’t open. A tap that was leaking. A cupboard hinge that had started creaking. A saucepan handle that needed tightening. I don’t have one cleare