Memories from the land I call home
Yesterday, on our way back from Coimbatore, my brother and I were talking about random things. Somehow, the conversation moved to bank exams. My brother said he could have easily cleared a bank exam if he had prepared for it. According to him, it was easy peasy! We continued talking about our friends who work... Continue Reading →
I stayed in boarding school since I was a child. Being away from home for so many years was not always easy. While the days were filled with classes, chatter, and routine, the nights often brought a quiet ache. There were many nights when I missed my parents deeply. But whenever I looked up at... Continue Reading →
It was October 26, 1990, a date that remains etched in my family's memory. I was not there when it happened. I was staying at my uncle's house in Coimbatore and going to school from there. Everything I know about that night is through the words of my mother and father, pieced together like a... Continue Reading →
I have this habit of reading good articles and admiring people who have a way with words. The kind of writers who can take everyday thoughts and shape them beautifully. Back when I was in Chennai, I stayed in Velachery. It was close to IIT Madras, and our church had students from IIT attending Sunday... Continue Reading →
During my college years in Coimbatore, I stayed in a private hostel tucked away near campus. It was not just students from my college but young women from various colleges across the city who shared that space, creating a vibrant mix of backgrounds, dreams, and stories. That is where I met Sr. Rosline. Sr. Rosline... Continue Reading →