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.
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My Teachers
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.
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Sankranthi
I once thought of Sankranthi mainly through Bhogi fires, sweets and my mother’s enthusiasm. After my parents were gone, returning to my father’s village made the festival feel more deeply connected to family, ancestry and belonging.
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Hostel Eats (contnd)
I remember how a meal from home, or an occasional Andhra lunch in Madras, could suddenly reconnect me to my roots. Perhaps food tasted different because affection was as important as flavour.
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Mona Madam
I remember Mona Madam as a cheerful, generous teacher who loved children instinctively. To me, she was never merely a teacher; she showed how naturally learning and affection could belong together.
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Sir – I
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…
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What is the one piece of poetry/writing that you’re proud of and would love the world to read?
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…
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The song of the sparrows
I was asleep. I don’t know where; whether it was in my dream or was it the birds really chirping outside my window. I woke up trying to recollect when I heard the sound of the birds chirping the last time. It was a long time ago probably in my childhood and that was long…
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