Sunanda Kesavadas

I have always loved stories and words. I started writing when I was nine or ten, dad's discarded workplace diaries filled with stories that came to me. Most never got completed but they were good exercise. Now, when inspiration comes I am generally able to complete the story.

I am not an engineer (ha ha ha) and I don't have an MBA but I certainly want to be published some day. In the past I worked with companies like EXL, Infosys and now am the CEO of my family (hubby is the only one reporting to me, the kids do whatever they want). I am also very much a child of the 80s and the 90s. I get nostalgic for Delhi Doordarshan, Zee Antakshari and Amar Chitra Katha. I grew up in a small town but have lived in big cities and loved them. I am simple person. Give me a book and I am happy.
  • How Kannagi’s Wedding was Fixed
    Sunanda Kesavadas | 27-Jul-2017
    On the morning of Kannagi akka’s thirtieth birthday paati made payasam and served it with an unsmiling face. Akka was getting late for work, so she did not notice or chose not to notice the anger in her mother’s eyes.Later when they were preparing lunch paati said to Amma, or rather ground her teeth and growled, ‘Thirty years old! Thirty! By the time I was thirty I was mother to five children. And this ungrateful daughter of mine will not even let me die in peace. 'There was one proposal last year,' Paati continued, 'One! An engineer! They were even willing to forgo the dowry since she is in a government job. But our madam! Oh! He was not good enough for her. Now God only has to help us. How can I die in peace if she is not settled?'It was a little worrying that paati might be dying but soon our attention was caught by thaatha arriving with the latest comics newspaper and we all ran out to meet him. Thaatha would read out the comics using different voices for each character and make all the
  • A Man
    Sunanda Kesavadas | 30-Jul-2017
    (previously titled Thief when I had posted this on Facebook)   The man had been walking for over an hour now. He was a day laborer and the past several weeks had been quite unfruitful with just two days of paid work. He thought of his wife working God knew how many jobs just to clothe and feed them and send the children to school. He saw her briefly in the evenings cooking their dinner, making sure the children studied and ate. She tucked them in bed and then ran over to the bank employees’ colony where she washed dishes in five households. By the time she came back it was all she could do to not topple over from exhaustion. Today was Sunday. The only day his wife was at home. He had left her and the kids after a glass of tea. That had been his breakfast. He had to go to the ration shop tomorrow to get the rice and wheat flour. Not that both items would ever be available on the same day but his neighborhood grapevine seemed to think that this Monday was going to be an exception. On Sundays, som
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