Sara Subramaniam

I was a tiny baby.Born in the peak of winter, I was in desperate need of warm clothing. And as my mother would attest, there are few pleasures in life as sweet as swaddling your newborn in a thick, woolen blanket you've knitted. My mother still recounts spending hours putting

There are few moments in life that remain crystallized in your memory- one such instance, perhaps the most formative one was when I sat in the midst of my squabbling team, three days before our play was to debut, absolutely lost. It was towards the end of 12th standard when