Family

  • My Teachers

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    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.

  • Deepavali

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    I remember Deepavali through my uncle’s cracker shop, my brother, childhood friends and evenings filled with smoke, noise and daring. Now I mostly watch the lights and long for a time when such small joys meant everything.

  • The Other

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    I remember the long train journeys between Nellore and Anand—the unknown stations, passing landscapes and the strange excitement of imagining where every road beyond the window might lead.

  • Hostel Eats

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    I still remember my first hostel dinner in Chennai, the unfamiliar food and the homesickness that came with it. In time, those same Tamil dishes and small street treats became part of my growing-up years.

  • Sir – I

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    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…

  • Musing about Golconda

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    The dream of Quli, Jewel by the Moosi What words I have to sing your praise I’m not witness to your glory and pride. I’m awed by your marvelous tales of Quli, Ibrahim and Tanishah. I have watched the sunset over the Dil Aghni In the orange yellow sadness of the evening I can listen…

  • Farce

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    మనసులోని మాట మనసులో దాచుకున్నాను ఒక మాట చిన్నతనంలో ఆడుకున్న ఒక ఆట ఆ గాలి ఆ మట్టి లేవని అలసి అయినా అయినా సాగాలి మనిషి కష్టం కపటం తెలియని స్నేహం అమ్మ ఇల్లు అన్నదే లోకం ఇల్లు వదలి ఊరు వదలి కదిలి కదిలి మదిలో మెదిలే నదినీ వదిలి నావను వదిలి వెళ్ళే మనిషి నీకెంత కష్టం చెట్టు చేమా అన్నీ ఉన్నా చెట్టు నీడ క్రిందకే వస్తే టౌను సిటీ కాలనీలన్నీ…

  • What is the one piece of poetry/writing that you’re proud of and would love the world to read?

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    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…