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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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 your own poem that you want to share?
DEATH I knew death But I did not experience it enough Probably I had grown a little fearless. The shutting of breath and the coldness of its feel. The fading away into oblivion and the eternal darkness. The performance in a cosmic cycle If the soul can speak, convey all its unfinished business I would…
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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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SHANTA
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…
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NARMADA MA
“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…