I was born as the 7th child to a fishing family in Veerampattinam, Pondicherry. When I was 5, my father taught me how to swim. When I was 6, I went out fishing for the first time with my dad. We had a kattumaram, a manually handled wooden boat. My dad could even spot fish…
He was born in Davangere as one of five kids. Even as a child, Ravi was curious about everything, the kind of student who would ask a doubt minutes before the break and make everyone stay back till he understood the answer. In June 1980, he joined the Armed Forces.And then there is me. I…
Dear Dada, Sometimes I wonder what you would’ve liked to be called. Appa? Papa? Daddy? But in my head, you are always Dada. I’m turning thirteen soon, Dada. I’ll be a teenager, a big girl! I study well at school – I got 11.5 on 12 in Hindi and 9.5 of 10 in science. My…
I have played far more male roles and my friends tease me to be more feminine. I am an Yakshagana artist and teacher. I grew up on Yakshagana. As a child, we were always either supporting artistes or helping with logistics before a performance. There would be the children of other performers and we would…
2004. I was 17 when I saw a new girl walk past my classroom. I couldn’t stop staring. I had never seen anyone like her. Over time, we became friends but my heart sulked every time I saw her with someone else.
Growing up in gubbi village, my childhood was a struggle. At the age of five, I started helping my mother in household chores and later juggled as a coolie, quarry labourer and a farmer.
When I was in class 5, I read a book “My Early Life” by Mahatma Gandhi and I was fascinated by it. I did not understand it then but much later understood its significance. ‘Harijaan,’ a weekly tabloid run by Mahatma Gandhiji carried news and his views which evoked the sense of freedom.
I was 19, when I got married to Captain Shafeeq Ghori in 1991. It was difficult in the beginning to accept the fact that he was constantly on the move and had to leave me alone for long periods, but he sat me down and explained what it was like to be an army wife….
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