Kakkamma and Kochunni “Amma! Don’t hand over my baby sister to her” I yelled springing from the bed, glancing with half-opened eyes the huge woman standing in a corner, ready to grab the baby from my mother’s hands. “She is Poothana who has come to kill babies, crossing the hillocks and railway track” “You … Read more
“Oru oorilea oru kuruvi irunthutham” “Hmm” “Antha kuruvi enna sethutham?” “Kuppaiyai kuppayi nontitham.Appoa ? —” Patti, an expert story teller, makes a pause. The child’s anxiety is awaken and its luminescent eyes open wide gazing eagerly at the old woman’s tooth-less mouth. “Appoa?’ The sweet little one echoes grandma’s question, in its inimitable style: Patti … Read more
Chapter 1 Those of you who are elderly gentlemen ( all old men, including me of course, are gentlemen!) would have heard about delirium and dementia, the mild and chronic forms of organic disorders generally found in older people. I have none of these problems, although, at times , I pretend to suffer from … Read more
Sulaiman was my father’s cart- man. His association with my family started in a dramatic way, when he was caught red handed by one of our hotel employees, while trying to jump over the compound wall, to escape from the punishment for non-payment of his hotel bill. He was then a lad of ten or … Read more
THE TRUTH ‘Anna, Anantha kodi namskaram’. I heard someone greeting from behind, while boarding the aircraft at London’s Heathrow airport. Anantha kodi is a huge figure. How to handle such large number? I turned back to find a middle aged man with a pumpkin head and drumstick body, glittering from top to toe coming … Read more
asn’t he got up from the bed yet, your dull-headed son?’, enquired Dr.P.G..Iyer for the fifth time, since morning but his wife Kunja didn’t care to reply. The ‘dull-head’ was none other than his eldest son, Dr.P.G.K a senior geologist, with more than 100 papers in leading scientific journals, to his credit. It was … Read more
“A cool breeze is coming, creeping near, I’ve realized it’s that time of year. The trees turn a beautiful red, yellow, orange, and brown, As little leaves fall to the ground. I stare at the orange sky, Watching the pinkish clouds float by. I feel the ever-changing fall breeze, And the pumpkin pies that bring … Read more
I have spent countless hours, peeping through the window in the spacious libray, in my son’s house in Baltimore, facing the vast meadows boardered by maple and oak trees, looking for my charming childhood- friend- a crow, any crow! I have been dreaming that he would perch on the maple or pine tree across, … Read more