Tag Archives: Madras

Memory Trigger 12. The Weighing Machine.

There was an all too brief period of great romance in my life in the early sixties of the last century, when I was in Madras and my great passion was in Hyderabad. She used to transit through Madras to … Continue reading

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Pen Pals.

No, I did not have to use a pencil to correspond with my pen pal. I had only one ever and he came about because of the United States Information Service’s library in Madras in the 1950s. My cousin was … Continue reading

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The Theosophical Society, Adyar, Madras.

We shall now come to the next furthest object in the photo.  The cottage with the bamboo screen on the front and the bicycle, to the right of the photograph. This was the home of my father’s elder brother and … Continue reading

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It was the year 1964 that I came across this extract from a poem by Robert Frost. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to … Continue reading

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Story 4. Panneer Selvam.

Some stories are true that never happened. -Elie Wiesel Those are aspergils. The Indian versions are these. The Indian version is called Panneer Selvam.  Panneer, not to be confused with Paneer which is cottage cheese, refers to rose water in … Continue reading

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