The Years They Will Remember
Akhil and Sahana with thatha. Akhil is in sixth grade. Sahana is in fourth grade. My own fourth grade feels like a blur, but I remember sixth grade quite well. Mrs. Vijayalakshmi was our class teacher. She was outstanding at teaching English. At BP Indian, grammar, punctuation, and the structure of a composition mattered. Some of my classmates had a natural flair for writing, and I loved reading how they put their thoughts on paper. I came third in class that year and received a merit prize. I still remember the books: Five Have a Wonderful Time by Enid Blyton and Grandmother’s Tale by R. K. Narayan. I still have my copy of Grandmother’s Tale . Inside is the school’s prize label: third rank, Class VI D, 1992–93, awarded to Subbarathinam—the name I went by then. My sixth-grade merit prize. I still have the book. ...
Water....this reminds of a line someone wrote when I was in school about floods--"Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink"
ReplyDeleteAnonymous: True, any trek, and all I think about is water!!!!
ReplyDeleteA post that anyone and everyone can identify with.
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ReplyDeleteThat's a wonderful word. It leaves the reader thinking what he wants to hear. Yes, but surely something one can relate to :-) Water----more so after today for you anyway.....!
Excellent!!!!
ReplyDeletePavan: Water, water and water!!! Ooooooh man :-) Unforgettable :-)
ReplyDeleteShubhika: Thanks!!!
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