by Admin | Dec 21, 2022 | Sailing the high seas
Life is not a classroom A major change in life happened to me while I was in Grade VIII, IX and X. During Grade VIII, on the very first day class teacher conducted an election for class leader. He asked those who are interested to be class leaders to stand up. I had...
by Admin | Dec 21, 2022 | Sailing the high seas
My first Story It was on 1981 August; I wrote my first short story in regional language Malayalam. Malayalam is a Dravidian language spoken in the state of Kerala, Puducherry and Lakshadweep. “Malay” means “mountain” and “alam” means “region”. Kerala is southern west...
by Admin | Dec 21, 2022 | Sailing the high seas
Palma, the naughty lamb and the Saint I changed my school to St Joseph’s High School, Trivandrum, to join the fifth grade. While I was in St Roch’s convent, I went by school bus. But after that I started schooling in Government buses. On some days when I miss the bus,...
by Admin | Dec 21, 2022 | Sailing the high seas
Bengali We lived in Trivandrum city. The major portion of my former life was in West fort,Trivandrum near a temple. Landlords used to construct line houses which have a small reception, a side room, a middle room, a storeroom in its side and dining room and a kitchen...
by Admin | Dec 21, 2022 | Sailing the high seas
Big lesson My next session of studies in grade one started at St Roch’s Convent, Trivandrum. As I told earlier, it was near the sea and airport. On the first day of joining, I unclasped the hand of my uncle and ran away from school. He ran after me to catch me. But I...
by Admin | Dec 21, 2022 | Sailing the high seas
Honest lie and spirits I remember little about my schooling in Tirunelveli. Also, I do not have an enough memory about my stay at Tamilnadu. We stayed in upstairs of two storied- line building. Once I and my sister was playing throwing the towel towards the rotating...
