https://blog.karthikrp.com/tags/family/Recent content in family on ReflectionsHugo -- gohugo.ioen-us© Karthik Ramaswamy PadmanabhanWed, 30 Sep 2015 22:14:48 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/summer-of-98/Wed, 30 Sep 2015 22:14:48 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/summer-of-98/The giant clock in the living room read 4.55 pm as Shenaz Treasuryvala chose yet another ridiculous-looking letter from out of her pile. Ten year old Nitin closed his eyes. He couldn’t take the suspense. He knew that everyone else in the room was tense too. He could hear his eldest cousin sitting next to him silently uttering a prayer to the Almighty under her breath. Please be the Titanic song.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/when-money-flies/Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:35:53 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/when-money-flies/“So, where shall we go?” my eldest sister, Radhika, asked no one in particular. “I suggest we go to the beach. And have nice hot onion bajjis.” my younger brother Mukund, a die-hard foodie, replied. “Shut up, Mukund.” It was Vindhya, my second sister. “Why don’t you try thinking about something other than food?” “Oh Vindhya, stop teasing him.” Radhika managed to prevent yet another fight between the two warring siblings.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-last-wednesday/Wed, 24 Dec 2008 21:29:18 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/the-last-wednesday/The last rays of the winter sun fell on the window beside me when my cell phone started ringing. It was Akhilesh. “Hello papa? When are you coming home? It is almost six o clock!!!” He was almost screaming into the phone. “Just leaving office, beta.” I replied. I had forgotten that it was the last Wednesday of the month. “Sorry beta had some important work. Will be there in twenty minutes.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/first-love/Sun, 18 May 2008 04:19:06 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/first-love/Love was something that never appealed to me. Since the time I entered college, people all around me were falling in love. I thought it was all stupidity when people described love as divine, everything in life. Every time when I heard of some guy who had committed suicide just because his love wouldn’t accept him, I felt as if I should go and slap him in heaven or hell, wherever he is.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/stranger-in-the-mirror/Tue, 06 May 2008 02:24:43 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/stranger-in-the-mirror/It was late in the evening when I entered the crowded street. It was unusually more crowded that day. The more the crowd, the better, I thought to myself. The streets were not only full of people, but also of rotten vegetables and fruits, and other such waste. I negotiated the crowds carefully and after a walk of five minutes, reached the designated place. It was a tough decision for me, but I had to take revenge.https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/my-neighbor/Sun, 26 Aug 2007 12:15:19 -0500https://blog.karthikrp.com/posts/my-neighbor/Mention childhood, and all of us become nostalgic. Everyone gets reminded of their school days, their friends and the games they used to play. But my childhood was different. It had one important person I can never forget in my life- Lakshmi aunty. When I was a child, I had no one to play with. Both my parents were working, and came home late. I had to spend my time after school in a creche till I was eight years old, and then I spent them in Lakshmi aunty’s house.