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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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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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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Can you share a poem about love?
I’m thinking of you Under the coconut tree When we whispered words I glided through like a chameleon From word traps And verbal images You were tired Trying to lean on me From the edge of an existence I apologized I was not interested I made a good long sentence Firm and full of common…
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That Far in Love
Who was she? This struck me repeatedly. She was young and in the full bloom of her youth. She didn’t seem to be clever. Though she was not over thirty, she appeared to be over forty. She had dry, ragged hair, an unkempt appearance, and seemed to want hygiene and cleanliness. She seemed to have…
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A Medley of Melodies
A medley of melodies recreates a scene. Amidst the green coconut grove,Iam seated opposite a small water body.Verdant green shoots have sprung all around the pool.White garden roses are waving at me.All around it is calm and quiet.I want that moment frozen .I want to believe that,that moment will reveal something to me.Some everlasting truth,some…
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The Lost Domain, Anne of Green Gables & Daddy Long Legs
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….
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The Western as a Genre
From John Ford to High Noon and The Magnificent Seven, Krishna Mohan reflects on the moral codes, archetypes and vast landscapes that give the Western its enduring power.
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చివరకు మిగిలేది
బుచ్చిబాబు ‘చివరకు మిగిలేది’లో దయానిధి వ్యక్తిత్వం, ప్రేమ, అన్వేషణ, వైరుధ్యం, శూన్యం మరియు సత్యాన్వేషణ గురించి నా ఆత్మీయ సాహిత్య పరిశీలన.
