I’m not a preacher, not a teacher

I am not a spiritualist. Not even a ritualist doing nithyakramas regularly or visitng  Temples often.  Just an ordinary story writer I am, , living a normal family life with my chidlren, grand children, roaming the world if they finace me and if my health permits or sit below a tree or walk through the … Read more

Mud we’re

I was in Hyderabad for the Deepavali, last year. Our compound wall is pretty long and was wondering how to arrange deepams on the entire length.  Remembered about the huge stock of materials dumped in the attic, when my wife was there. But how to climb , was the question.  There is a boy in … Read more

Grand ma, feel sad, you’ll go away soon’ ‘Why worry about the winter tomorrow instead of enjoying the Sunshine now, my child ?’ ‘Worried that they will pluck and dry you in the sun’ ‘Do I stand here holding an umbrella?’ ‘And you’ll vanish for ever, as part of a food item’ ‘My child, you’re … Read more

Regrets

With Dr. Vidhya, my Ambikuttan Athan’s grand daughter, who was with us in Baltimore for a short holiday. When she called me for eating, once, twice, thrice, my thoughts flew back beyond oceans, beyond several decades to our Olavakkode house, when as a kid, I was fed by her grand pa, pleading, begging, ‘muthanna, chappiduda—-‘,  … Read more

And above all

Hh   I’m in a totally worry-free,  relaxed mood while with my children in USA , for many reasons: 1. The first and foremost is the feeling that I’m in the correct place, where Parents of my age should be.  2. I see their mother in my children and recall  their childhood days in my … Read more

My NIN

Visit to NIN, is like visiting a place of worship for me.  The long gap of a quarter of a century appears to be as little as a week-end that I was away from there. It was in its premises, in the B21 quarters that my wife entered  as a newly wedded girl, my first … Read more

Thorthumundu

Thorthumudu, close to chest companion! Thorthumundu is a Palakkadan sadhu, innocent like me. In the olden days it was closer to the body than one’s wife- that was what I heard from elders (telling lies was a sin for them!) Almost everywhere, Palakkadans used to enter just with a ‘thundu’ on their shoulder, even to … Read more

Filling the  Vishukkani coconut halves with rice and tuwardal, was a ‘thekkan sampradayam’ practice in the southern part of Kerala introduced by my wife. She used to keep a small stick of turmeric too, which I didn’t do for the simple reason that there is not a single one at home at present. There was … Read more