Dravida Seetharam·6d agoThe Ball Was Never the ProblemAt one p.m. on the first tee at Prestige Golfshire, I felt ready. This was my second practice session; the Nandi Hills sat quietly beyond…A response icon1A response icon1
Dravida Seetharam·Oct 22The word pet is enough.The dog that guards our lane does not belong to anyone, as far as I can tell. He is black from nose to tail, no particular breed, and he…A response icon1A response icon1
Dravida Seetharam·Oct 15The Door That Held for Eight DaysA wooden toy sits on two nails, two small fighters locked in a stance, worked by a thumb pressed against a lever. A schoolboy named Sabari…
Dravida Seetharam·Oct 8The Jukebox at Thom's CafeThe jukebox at Thom's Cafe took a coin and gave you three minutes of somebody else's love song. I remember standing near it in my first…A response icon1A response icon1
Dravida Seetharam·Oct 1The teacher was thirteen.Shrishti and her parents picked me up from home at nine-thirty that morning. I sat up front beside her father, Srinath, the whole drive…A response icon2A response icon2
Dravida Seetharam·Sep 18Bangalore 3.0The gate at my cousin’s apartment will not open for a knock. It opens for a six-digit code texted to a stranger’s phone by a guard who has…
Dravida Seetharam·Aug 21Two Rides, Fifty Years ApartEvery Sunday, Mallikharjun’s car is outside my gate at seven-thirty sharp. No horn, no phone call. He waits, the engine idling, until I…
Dravida Seetharam·Jul 31A Cake For Four HundredOn December twenty-fourth, 2018, three birthdays fell in the same week, and I decided a fourth deserved marking too. The photograph from…A response icon1A response icon1
Dravida Seetharam·Jul 10Bus 142I had read about the bus before I ever stood in front of one. On the flights and the long evenings before the trip, I worked my way through…
