Amitha Shetty
The maid-A lone Rover
The maid-A lone Rover
Gazing from the rusty windows, yawning away from the fragmented dose,
as the dark night rings into a close.
Decades of enduring sultry...
The Sweeper
The sweeper
Breaking the spell of deep slumber,
amidst the twittering of the winged one's afar,
he rose stroking his eyes.
wiping the monsoon dribble from the split...
What’s my name?
What's my name?
When our daughter was born, fourteen years back, in a mood of great optimism I named her "Shreela".
Long name meant straining the...
Once upon a time in Mangalore….
Once upon a time in Mangalore....
Decades back we moved to mangalore city, leaving behind our native place, right in time to start our schooling.
Sometimes...
The Intruders….
The Intruders....
Subsequent summers, monsoons and winters robbed the paints of the walls of our society complex of its original colour and had put in...
Two Schools
Two Schools
Passage of time dims a few of our faculties, so the account of school life is given only in tit-bits. The up's and...
Summer of 2015
Summer of 2015
During the end of summers with the air thick with the scent of mango blooms, it called for no less than a...
Meeow…meeow! Cat’s Day Out
Meeow...meeow! Cat's Day Out
The year is not specific, could be the late 80's, as age plays havoc when it comes to recollections. One morning...
Tree climber!
Tree climber!
Those were the 80's. Gold spot and Torino days. No perils of chaotic traffic then. Back from school, we rummaged in the kitchen,...
Grandmother’s Tale
Grandmother's Tale
Four decades ago, we left our father's hometown and moved to Mangalore "bag and baggage". My grandmother continued to live in her village....
