The Morning Train to School
The 7:40 train to Chengalpattu never waits, and neither does the world. Every morning I squeeze into the ladies compartment with my school bag pressed against...
Read More →Mazhai Vandha Neram
மழை துளிகள் ஜன்னலில் தட்டும்போது, நினைவுகள் தேநீர் போல காய்கின்றன. When the first rain knocks on my window, the whole street smells of wet earth and old songs....
Read More →The Library Bench
The old library bench behind the government school had one wobbly leg, and that wobble became ours. Five of us squeezed onto it every evening at five o'clock...
Read More →Why Every Student Should Try Coding
I am twelve years old, and last month I taught a computer to say "Vanakkam" every time it started up. It took me four hours, two crying breaks, and one very...
Read More →Colours of Pongal
January arrives in my street wearing yellow. Not the yellow of school buses or caution signs, but sugarcane yellow, turmeric yellow, the yellow of new rice...
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