I remember with reverence some good women, who loved and cared me like their own child. My mother’s eldest sister, our Periammai, stand on the top among those. Parukutty Periammai, was with our family throughout my childhood. We were six kids and she spent the best of her life, helping my mother to bring … Read more
‘We missed you’, said my good hearted close friends, when I returned to FB after a break. My memory goes back. The one person whose love for me was unquestionable, never uttered the words – ‘I missed you’ ‘Where is the question of missing your absence ? You’re always with me’- she used to … Read more
He taught me life. An ideal teacher, who made his own life or mansion, from a scratch. Of all his practical lessons, the most important one I learned was the affection and respect he gave to his mother, who was in her late 80s when I saw her, as a child. After closing his shop … Read more
‘Anantha Jyothy’, my Habsiguda house – takes birth. Bhoomipooja, nearly four decades ago, in the presence of my mother, who was fortunately available at Hyderabad then. She did stay for short periods in this house later, but my father did not, though I was happy that he lived to see the completion of the … Read more
Almost all oldies, except me and including my brother Vicha, feel that they have all the problems under the sky but unrecognized or underestimated by others. Early morning today, he neighed from his bed, ‘Anna, odivaa, come rushing!’ ‘Enna aatchu Vicha! Are you still on the plain or flying up?,’ I enquired and went … Read more
Who said life is short? ”Life is short. Hurry and enjoy your remaining life, every minute ” I see many such warnings, cautions, threats, reminders, In the net. But, in real life none of my friends or relatives tell me so. Nice guys. I too, never threaten any one like that. I believe- Life is … Read more
Old memories surface. I was born in the ‘Edam’ ( house ) of Atchan, Palakkad Raja, behind this gramam, at the opposite end to the temple. That was what my parents told me proudly. I don’t, however, remember! But I do remember, the location of the house near the temple, where my Papamai, … Read more
Human, animals, birds, fish, insects – all migrate, for various reasons. My first migration was on the shoulders of my father, when I was a baby of six months. By walk or bullock cart drive, he lifted me from Perinkulam to PAlakkAd,. My second Migration was around December 15th, in the year 1959, when … Read more
You know who my latest Facebook friend is? A great grand daughter of my aunt or great grand niece of my father! Her cousin, a teenager is already in my Family group. The fifth generation descendants of my grand mother are here with me, to comment on what I post ! How proud I … Read more
My wife had to undergo a surgery under general anesthesia, soon after my daughter was born. I was near her hospital bed, looking at her face awaiting the moment her closed eye lids would open up. My ears also were standing alert not to miss a single lip movement, soon after she recovers from sedation. … Read more