Samyel – A sketch
I remember Samyel first as the formidable school watchman who rang the bell, guarded the grounds and frightened us with his cane. Looking back, I see a far more complex man behind the figure we feared as children.
I remember Samyel first as the formidable school watchman who rang the bell, guarded the grounds and frightened us with his cane. Looking back, I see a far more complex man behind the figure we feared as children.
I look back on the teachers who shaped me—not only through what they taught, but through encouragement, discipline, personality and the confidence they gave me at different stages of my life.
The telephone was ringing incessantly. It was not yet 10pm or I would have unplugged the connection – A call in the might meant same urgent business. I could imagine the speaker on the other side. I answered with some worry in my mind. “Sir – I’m the Collector’s P.A. Sir wants you to come…
The Sun was up before any of us I had a notion of The sun shining on the yellow mounds of rice I also had a notion of a slanting ray Of light in the coconut grove A phosphorescent glow Or may be a perfect profile Only I could not see The bounty of nature…
Deepika’s Mother was not keeping well. Deepika had been asking her mother to see a Doctor. It was the same today. “Mummy, please go to the Doctor. You are not well”. “No Deepika, I will be fine. It is just a headache. You get ready for college. Pack something for your evening. You have your…
“The rains are here at last “ said Grandmother. ‘Yes the weather forecast yesterday said there would be heavy rain for a few days’ I said setting aside all my books to look at the rain drops falling on the garden roses. It had been a very hot summer. We knew it very well. Our…
An interruption in my explorations into the Novel occurred mainly because I delved into criticism and metafiction. As an interlude it helped me to understand the art of writing fiction. The classifications and ramifications are so vast that I started to long for a comforting novel and tumbled into 3 books that I haven’t read….
బుచ్చిబాబు ‘చివరకు మిగిలేది’లో దయానిధి వ్యక్తిత్వం, ప్రేమ, అన్వేషణ, వైరుధ్యం, శూన్యం మరియు సత్యాన్వేషణ గురించి నా ఆత్మీయ సాహిత్య పరిశీలన.
The story deepens, the characters evolve, and new questions arise in this continued exploration.
More books, more conversations, and the many ways they stay with us.