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
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
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
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
Farewell to another sweet coconut tree of my Olavakkode origin! A relationship of 40 years blown off! Yes, I had to cut another coconut tree, as it started playing havoc not only within the compound but also extending its head towards the road. It was a painful job, as I had brought the seed of … Read more
While alone at my Habsiguda house, looking at the blank high ceiling, I think about my active days and nights spent with the youngsters and grand children of the family in USA. -not always, at times. While in USA, I think about my Hyderabad house, whether someone has plucked the flowers or picked the … Read more
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