RK Saranya

My Dearest,  You always loved to be an agriculturist. You loved land and the environment. When destiny decides something else, you cannot avoid it. Let me doodle something which you like very much. Highly hoped that at the least my sister’s sons will carry agriculture possibly and successfully. But, they too failed. Nobody is interested in working hard and live a hard life. Easy money attracts most. Whenever I see agricultural land, your memories flashes back instantaneously. I drew this picture depicting a farmer on a rice bag. I am yet to accept your exit and my existence without you my dear.   - Mrs. Durga Kulothungan

  Sohana, Gurgaon, Haryana, India Sohna - Wikipedia It hardly takes 2 hours to reach Sohna from New Delhi on car. # Google map from New Delhi to Sohna In the month of December, from Gurgaon to Sohna, there are umpteen mustard fields on the way. For someone who hasn’t seen the mustard fields before, it reminds the scene from Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge. Perfect for snaps. The yellow is awesome. # Mustard Fields on the way to Sohna No doubt why in winters people often have Sarson da Saag and Makki di roti. It really blends so well to satisfy your taste buds. # Sarson da Saag (Mustard leaf curry) & Makki di roti ( Corn Bread) There are many resorts on the way. One can look for a variety of fun activities. We chose paragliding. What we did miss was to check the wind. If its way too breezy, the glider can neither stay for long in the air nor does it fly at a higher altitude. I was enthralled to see the small box lik

  Bhai (Brother) in River Place : Zawar Mines, Udaipur. Sometime in 1996. I was in 3rd Standard and Bhai in 6th Standard. He just entered the secondary school. Me and my brother used to go to school by walk. Our home was on a small hill. We took a shortcut on the hill that vertically connected the downhill road. Walked past my nursery school and old guest house to reach a small iron bridge that was cast on a river. After crossing the river, the next shortcut was through the railway station which directly connected the school road bypassing the Kumar Managlam football stadium. It was a good 20 minutes’ walk. We started by 7:00 am to reach before 7:30 am. We went to a small Hanuman Temple and played for a while before the assembly started by 8:00 am. The river flew right in the middle of this mines township all the way and had 3 bridges built on it. The smallest one was the iron bridge on which we walked daily. In the rainy season, the water overflew on the road bridge which was ha

  # Pencil sketch by Maa : Dad and Me She wrote to Dad : My Dearest,  Good Morning!  Today 20.5.21, Saranya's Birthday. Recall the days when we used to celebrate our children's birthdays. Those were  the golden days, never going to revert. Only thing we could do is wish and give some gifts. Always a father's girl sticking to you till your last breathe. As in the image, I still remember,  I bought you a 'T' shirt which suited you very much. Even the colour was the same for sure. Saranya had a very long hair when she was a little girl. I always plaited them and never did cut. Now couldn't bear to see her thin hair. For me, this particular sketch reminds me of  Zawar quarters on the uphill roads. All has disappeared today as you. Undoubtedly, you are always with us. Some day she will live a life that we both dreamt dear.  Yours, Durgakulo.

  This is in continuation to the blog “My Proud Moment” - https://saranyavijaykumar.blogspot.com/2021/12/the-proud-moment-vijayakumar-natarajan.html   The English Teacher It was 1995. I entered the 6 th standard classroom in the Govt. school. The kids were sitting on the tattered benches. There were > 50 kids in a classroom - girls and boys in almost equal number. Both the genders were shabbily dressed in unkempt hair. I was touring an alien space and for them I seemed like one. My dress was tidy and neatly pressed. Wore polished shoes and groomed well. Always combed hair with proper partition. Vijay! come here. My best friend Jegan cheerfully shouted from the last bench. As soon as I heard his voice, I breathed relief. Ran and sat beside him. This was the first time since my schooling that I sat in the last bench. I remembered my father’s words – “Anyone who is slightly good at studies can score first rank in English medium school among < 7 students per class. If you ar

   - Durga Kulothungan