Author: Preeti Patnaik

From the minds of little children I have very vivid memories from my childhood and some of the things I imagined and said are also rather creative.  The earliest of these are that my cousin Narayanettan one day came back from school in the cycle rickshaw without his glasses, he must have been about six… Continue reading From the minds of little children

Mrs and Mr. Lazarappan, my favourite couple Mrs. and Mr. Lazarappan are people who have left a lasting and loving impact in my life and they go by their names Kunjalakutty and Lazarappan.  I am told that Lazarappan was my grandmother's age and that he and she have grown up in the same compund and… Continue reading Mrs and Mr. Lazarappan, my favourite couple

A tryst with Depression Being a much loved child, a carefree one at that when I could play with anyone I wanted in the little street that I lived in; with many boys and girls my age when we could eat food from the vendors, where the local pappad wala made sure he gave me… Continue reading A tryst with Depression

 When the colours call & The Centre Lovell Inn & Bistro Two weekends ago, the husband and I drove to see the fall colours in Maine, just off Kankamagus, in a place called Conway and we found an Air bnb in Lovell called the Center Lovell Inn and Bistro.  A very official sounding name but… Continue reading When the colours call…..

My little muffet and her Greenwood High years Veda Patnaik is my little Muffet and we stumbled upon Greenwood High on  a summer's day as we were driving back home to Whitefield via Koramangala.  We saw the board in front of the bungalow on the main road and I said to Debu, my husband and… Continue reading My little Miss Muffet and her Greenwood High years

Roddamma, fond memories Its 5:30 in the morning and the sun is just rising, as I looked out the window sleepily I could see Roddamma walk from her little home to ours.  Roddamma was bent at almost 90 degrees and as she walked she had both her hand behind her back.  She would look for… Continue reading Roddamma, fond memories

Of my Unnimamman and Vanajammai My uncle and aunt, with whom I spent 2 months, every summer vacation at our Girir Nagar home.  Unnimaman and Vanajamai, I cannot think of one without the other, simple and loving to me. Unnimaman, this lanky person, with a wide and bright smile, always had time to talk to… Continue reading Of my Unnimamman and Vanajammai

Mother My mother, amma as me and sister know her, is a mother with all her being and it also means that she still mothers us, strictly even though we are at the age that we are today!! My mother, from the start of our lives has been about excellence, strength and doing every thing… Continue reading Amma

Cooper and I, a love story I fell in love with Cooper the first time  I saw her, standing coyly behind a younger version of herself.  Sam is the one who intoduced us and he was quite sure that this match would be perfect and so it is turning out to be, much to my… Continue reading Cooper and I, a love story

Memories of my father ..... 15 years on My first memories of my father is of his smiling face, the magic tricks he performed in which a ball of paper in his palm will disappear and then appear, a ball pin will disappear into his hand.  His expression, priceless, as surprised as me.  Many packets… Continue reading Memories of my father ……. 15 years on