His wife in my kitchen !

‘Ayya,  anaeka kodi Namskarams. I was longing to have a glance of you, even from a mile away. Now you are standing before me like Kothanda Ramaswamy ’ That was Naidu, an old friend, who had borrowed money from me last time, on the day I returned from USA, telling me a lie that his … Read more

Blessings may go against

Habsiguda life is amazing Ammalu, real fun, you’re missing. She lived in our neighbohood, a pretty fat lady with a pretty long tongue. We met near the Central Park, last evening. ‘Pantalu garu, Namskaramandi’, she greeted me. Pantalu is priest, pandit, scholar,etc. I’m neither and she knows that ‘Namaskaram amma!’ I returned her greetings. ‘Mee … Read more

Happy journey, Srikanth

Happy journey back to Baltimore, my son Srikanth. Had you not escorted me back to India, despite your busy schedule, keeping a watch of my every foot-movement, it would have been a nightmare for me, though I boasted to Megh that I’m fit to join the Mansarovar Yatries. Without taking rest for a day, soon … Read more

Habsiguda life is amazing

‘Mee intilu pedda pamotchinthi’ – a big snake was seen in your house, complained my neighbor, the day I returned from USA. I was not surprised, as I could see the premises looked so bushy and messy. She also mentioned that the fat lady, with cell phone in her hand always was separated from her … Read more