"Doesn’t he love showing off his fancy legs!" I said loudly at the park last January. Loud enough for my companions to hear and they sniggered as the bald man in faded white T- shirt and shorts walked by at his incredible speed.

The weather last January had been cold with temperatures touching 8 degrees and we all walked our morning rounds in our tracksuits and woolens dragged out from boxes, generally opened only when going abroad.

Every once in a while we see someone with a far of look in their eyes, jaw locked with resolve and face steely with determination. The world laughs as they try to sell some far flung, huge, unimaginable idea. And then when we have all but forgotten them they appear again, millionaires or billionaires who have succeeded because they thought big.

- The Andaman Foodie

After a relief from scorching sun and warm winds, aren’t we, the islanders feeling blessed? I think after the global warming hit the world, the islanders are the only living beings who wait for cyclones. While the administration was thinking of exporting water from other islands The Almighty opened up the sky giving the ‘Babus’ a temporary relief.

Now coming back to where we stopped, let’s talk about level 2 of food revolution in the islands. After the ‘puchkawalas’ invasion then came the samosas, cutlets, egg rolls and noodles ‘gadi’. Isn’t this sounding like our class 5th history answer for the question, ‘Who were the rulers/regimes that invaded India?’ No points for guessing which regime or clan these ‘gadiwalas’ belong to?

Many years ago I was watching ‘Koffee with Karan’ and enjoyed him interviewing Rishi Kapoor and wife Neetu. Theirs is a marriage that has lasted quite a few decades and in the film kingdom this is a record of sorts. What I loved best however was when Neetu turns to hubby and tells Karan, “he’s a good man!

May be he drinks a little too much once in a way. May be he loses his temper, he’s no saint, but he’s a good man.”

 “I hate her, she’s a Pakistani!”

I stopped in my tracks and glanced worriedly at my Zoom screen to look at who had uttered these words. I saw his face, contorted with rage, and realized I had to not just diffuse a tense situation, but ask for Divine guidance.

This happened yesterday in the online class I conduct for writers. In this class, I have aspiring writers from Dubai, Canada, Syria, Mauritius and from all over India learning to write professionally.