“I’m so sorry to hear you’re down with Covid!” you whisper with concern into the phone, “And if there’s anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask!”

Well, it might not be just during these times of the virus we utter these words, but maybe when there’s a death down the road, or a friend has lost his job. I wonder what would happen if that friend took you up on it, “Yes, I need help!”

 “What?” you ask desperately, your voice turning into a squeak.

 “Could you lend me a hundred thousand rupees during this period?”

Being a writer has its drawbacks I discovered one day when I took my shoes over to the shoe shop. "New shoes!" said the shoe shop owner looking at the pair.

"Quite old," I said, "nearly three years!"

"They're still as good as new!"

"But the soles have gone!" I complained, "they started falling apart!"

And as India erupts in colour, what a delightful scene it is! Reds and greens, blues and orange, yellows and browns, splashed, sprayed, squeezed, and suddenly joy and laughter erupting from town and village, city and nation, gully, street and highway!

Yes, this year, Holi will certainly be subdued, but we are a colourful people and will welcome spring any which way, even if it is just the thumbing of a vermilion of cadmium red and titanium white on one another’s forehead!

- The Andaman Foodie

Since college, I have been trying different styles of cuisines at various joints and restaurants. Shifting to Andamans in 2001, I have seen the islands grow on the 'Menu' front. From not getting the 'mainland ka dhaniya patti' to getting 'broccoli', from 'capsicum' being a luxury to recently buying onion powder.  I have not just witnessed the change and growth but have felt it too.

With the growth in tourism industry, the islands saw a rise in restaurants and eating-out culture. Locals also shifted from 'Machchi surwa' to 'Chilli Fish', 'Gosh fry' to 'Barbecues'. This food revolution also saw a sudden rise on street food.

The vet shakes his head as he looks at my old Jeff, “He’s on his last legs!” he says and it is painful for me to hear that.

“What can we do to make him comfortable?” whispers my wife, and is told of a waterbed, to look after his aching joints, and painkillers to relieve his pain, “and plenty of love and care!” We all smiled despite the sadness, because that is something, we can overdose him with!