Poppa to sisters. ..

When your Mamaji is more than half a century older to you, there aren't many conversations or events that one remembers. The memories are of short fleeting visits when he came to meet my Grandmother or of few family functions that I was part of. I do remember him attending my sister's mundan ceremony and... Continue Reading →

To Teachers, With Love!

My first memory of a teacher is of my Grandmother, when I was not even 3 yrs old. She was the one who taught me alphabets, numbers and colours. Whilst some of the memories have faded away, what I do remember is that when I went for my nursery admission interview, I already knew alphabets,... Continue Reading →

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