I must tell you the story of Abramo Krishnan” my cousin from Tuticorin told me excitedly, when I was telling her about my blog, Talkalittledo. “Abramo Krishnan? Seems a strange name.” I said, getting interested. Abramo was nine years old … Continue reading
When I think back on my school days one incident comes vividly to my mind. It was the time the ex-president of my country talked to me. The centenary celebrations of my school was being celebrated on a grand scale. … Continue reading
As a young boy, my brother was always up to some mischief or the other. I remember the numerous times when he was at the receiving end of my dad’s wallops. This incident is still fresh in my mind and … Continue reading
My niece Sophie had delivered a baby and I went to visit them. When I was there, a cousin of mine also came to see the new mother and child. My cousin had brought her 2-year-old daughter along with her. … Continue reading
Gulsum writes. So does her grand daughter!.
Have you witnessed your favorite teacher’s wedding? I have. And in what a way! When I was nine years old, I was in the fourth standard in a village school in Killyanur in South India. My class master was Susai Maria … Continue reading