This is another of my daughter’s poems, which she wrote as a child. The Rainy Day By Gayatri T Rao Once in a while, I get this chance; To step into the rain and happily dance. Raindrops fall, quick and fast. Will this situation ever last? The sultry summer has ...

My daughters began writing poems and stories from their childhood. We have collected them since then. While sorting them out we had placed all of them together at one place. Most of them needed to be typed into the computer. I am sharing one of my daughter’s poems here, which have ...

10 year old Rahul went to his mother one day and asked, “Friends are friends. Why do we say ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed’?” To that her mother-in-law said, “I will tell you a story. Then you will understand.” This was what Rahul’s grandmother told him: There ...

Little Srivatsan called me loudly, “Mummy Aunty.” I was returning home after buying the afternoon milk bottle from the milk booth. I turned towards the boy and asked, “Hare Krishna. Well, my Krishna where are you going with all these bags?” His mother was with him and she smiled, while ...

“Bihari, tomorrow I have to leave for Pune at 5.00 AM,” said Sujata Ramachandran Iyer to Mundu. She continued, “So keep coffee and biscuits ready at 4.30.” The next day she left the house at 5.00 AM. Bihari was alone in the house. He did all the household work quickly. ...

Poornima Sharma’s family got transferred from Amritsar to Mumbai. She was with her 22 month old son Harsh and husband Shravan. Theirs was a love marriage, Poornima being a Tamilian and Shravan a Punjabi. They had come to Mumbai with the minimal essentials and had tried to settle in the ...

Sujata Ramachandran Iyer settled herself in her Kandarpada home and relaxed. She had just returned from the US in the afternoon. Ganesh Sharma, who had been her husband’s colleague back in the US, had helped them to get a house in the Mumbai suburb of Dahisar. The next day, Sujata ...