It was sunny day in the month
of April. I had my breakfast in the morning. I thought “Let me listen to some
music.” I started my player in my laptop and was busy humming the tunes of
latest Tamil hits. Simultaneously, I started my gmail to check my emails. And
there she stood with her writer’s eye. I clicked the mail and tried to read
each and every word slowly and steadily.
It read - We are looking for writers who can pen down few stories from
different parts of south India. Are you interested to join us in this beautiful
journey? It was signed by Deepa Balasubramanian. I was
counting my blessings at that moment when I read those words. Also I was very
glad as I got an opportunity from an inspirational author to work with her.
Last year on this date, we started this journey of The Plantain Leaf – Our book
title which is an assortment of south Indian tales. We have completed one year
and as we march ahead we have received much support and encouragement from
whoever we have as our closed ones in the corridors of life. We look forward to
see seamless support which will make us pen more beautiful and delightful
stories. The Plantain Leaf would
remain as my first baby and I would like to thank my friend/ writer Deepa who made this happen and who also
helped me to touch my dream. A big hands to her and all those audience who
never ever cease to offer their love towards us. I extend my gratitude Deepa. Keep writing and Keep
transforming lives.
“I wanted to tell Mama that it did feel different to be back, that our living room had too much empty space, too much wasted marble floor that gleamed from Sisi’s polishing and housed nothing. Our celing was too high. Our furniture was lifeless: the glass tables did not shed twisted skin in the harmattan, the leather sofas’ greeting was a clammy coldness, and the Persian rugs were too lush to have any feeling. But I said, “You polished the etagere.” " The above text appears when Jaja and Kambili return from Nsukku, their Aunty Ifeoma’s house, and witness their place as dull and lacking warmth even though the house glistened like a palace. The warmth that Aunty Ifeoma’s house had carried during the days they spent despite having a nondescript house and where they prayed every day for Peace and Laughter. Laughter among all the things. Because Laughter was valued in their house everyday despite living with shortcomings something that Kambili hardly got to experience in own h
I have no words left!! Dear Saranya, you have all the traits of a creative writer. I was only happy to help. Keep writing and done stop this amazing journey of stories :) love.
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