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Who have I become?  

It is easy to start answering this question.

I'm a maths teacher, retired, living in Cape Town, enjoying the well-defined seasons, pristine beaches, natural beauty and many more; the place has taken fame.   We live in a wine-producing location.  The Estate--a group of complexes spread out in a large area- we live in is named after a famous wine--Burgundy.  All complexes are named after wines.  

Photo by Ray Piedra from Pexels

I followed my husband to Africa after we got married.  We rendered services to different African nations before South Africa and more years than in other nations.  I love this place.  South Africa has become a part of me.  I'm the story of town nations- India and South Africa.

I'm born and brought up in Kerala, proud of its history of a time the place was a sought-after trade commercial destination: people afar as far as the middle east, African nations, and Rome had come to the place as merchants to do business there.  That was before the beginning of the Christian era. 

The bare bones of my creativity

I wrote the first story at 7, inspired by a storybook from my father's library. My mother, overly impressed by the story, encouraged me to be a science graduate.  Not that she wanted me to fulfil her dream through me, a practical person, she saw no prospect in me becoming a story writer.  You can't earn a living from your creativity.   You can argue for and against it.  

So, I earned my degrees, earned a career. However, my creativity lived through me, pestering, bothering me, as a dominant or aching force.  To pay it the deserving attention, I waited until retirement, the right time to start it from where I stopped.   

So that I don't have to be bothered by preparations of lessons, questions papers, marking, and tense about exam results.  Not feel guilty about not spending quality time with my daughters coming home during vacations, setting the table for them eating delicacies, travelling to holiday destinations, listening to their concerns, and feeling anxious about managing their lives. 
However, I found time to manage my blogs, though not regularly. 

The challenges I face in creative writing:

However, one thing I learned is, creative writing is not an easy thing.  The more I love it, the more it tests me. However, our love and hate relationship goes on like a bumpy ride. The biggest challenge was to shift my mindset from a prescriptive scientific/mathematical to an elaborative creative one.  I write about this in detail another time. 

Now I get time to read, write, and cook.  My daughters are on their own.  My husband is also a good cook.  We are now experimenting with air-fryer cook recipes.  Our children gifted me the device on my last birthday.  

Some good news:

Two fiction manuscripts are getting ready in my creative workshop, a short story in the editing stage.; Under the Bakula Tree.  That I hope will give me the feel and experience of publishing.  The blog chatter e-publishing's inspiration I acknowledge here with gratitude. 

My Favourite Authors and genres:

Reading books in the literary genres give me intense joy and pleasure and purpose.   

Who is my favourite author? 

The books I read are my choices and their authors.   Choosing the best among them doesn't make sense to me.

 This is the list of a few of them. 

Americanah by Chimamanda Adichie

Namesake By Jhumpa Lahiri

Born A Crime by Trevor Noah

Before I conclude, I wish Happy Independence Day to all the people in India.

This is my last post for the Blogchatter Half Marathon.


  1. A combination of creativity and analytical skills help a lot. Nice post!

  2. It's good to know you, Prasanna. :)

  3. I loved how you have said I'm a product of the nations I have grown up in. So happy that you have the time and space now to be creative :)

    1. Thank you Suchitha for loving that aspect. I'm a great beiever in your socio-hisorical connectivity and experiences. :) Yeah, this is my creative phase of life :)


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