Our village goes off to sleep early. At 9 pm, you’ll see most folks wind down. So, you can imagine when a large crowd stayed up all night to watch a play.
These photos were taken at 3am. In these times of TV and cinemas, it’s such a welcome sight to see stage plays commanding so much interest.
This is a common scene at our farmhouse. Villagers often come to my Dad (on the right) seeking advice, clarification in legal papers, mediation in family disputes or career counseling for their kids. The stone bench outside is where the discussions happen.
As a small kid, I distinctly remember my grandfather would play this role with aplomb. Am told my great grandfather played a bigger role in these matters because there was no police station or nearby.
28 years ago, I learned typing on manual typewriters in an institute like this one. Today, I found a similar institute in our village that still teaches the same way. I felt like I traveled back in time! #Nostalgia
You would think that our family temple is in our village. After all, that makes logical sense, right?
It’s in a small little village that is 50 kms away from our own. Yesterday, we traveled as a family to Muthialamman Temple in Mandagapattu, a quaint little village near Pondicherry.
Why would our family temple be so far away? Apparently, it was selected by one of our fore fathers who most likely played a part in it’s construction. And it has been passed on to us over generations.
Today’s Deccan Chronicle newspaper carried a full page story on our farm and the activities that happens there.
The online link to the story is here http://www.dc-epaper.com/PUBLICATIONS/…