Stories from My Childhood

The Shepard

As restricted to night phone calls after 8 pm for various reasons, I was a little weary when my mobile rang that night. Well! On the other end, it was none other than my eldest sister from my homestead. ” Oh, are you asleep?” my sister asked.  “Ah.” I couldn’t resist showing my indifference to disrupting my…

Venal

Our long hasty days-the hottest of the four seasons and its coming duly brought happiness to the mind of the children because it was the onset of the summer vacations. The blazing summer was otherwise not felt friendly.  Could you imagine a person living without taking a bath for weeks or months? That was my…

Nesamani

Before returning home my grandma would serve my favourite chicken curry prepared in thick coconut gravy with the livestock she had bred in the house. One day I glanced at the presence of a small boy in front of grandma, wearing torn trousers. My grandma handed to him one of the rooster from the coo.…

On A Vacation

Memories are timeless treasures of the heart. Like all children, midsummer vacation was the extensively celebrated holiday in our school life. It marked the midpoint of the growing season, halfway between planting and harvesting. For children like us, it was a celebration day, with no schooling, no studies, and relief from being admonished and smacked…

Hop and Plop

It is raining again. The down pour for all those have been waiting for it. People of all age groups greet monsoon with a happiness as it is a sign of new beginnings. Growing up, it has always been a treat for us. And ofcourse, the frogs. The sound they make when it begins to…

PEMA

“Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” – Satchel page. When one becomes mentally strong one neither does need the support of anybody nor the luxury of relationships. Love becomes unconditional with no expectations, no demands, no frustration. A state of detachment.  We children fondly called her…

Eenaampechi

Sometimes the heart sees what’s invisible to the eye. It’s said that time heals wounds, though to be frank, one only gets used to the pain. Occasionally we could neither control a situation nor its outcome, perhaps due to fate or ‘coincidental superstitious beliefs’. But the scar brings life long-suffering. While embarking on the journey…

The Storyteller

“Happiness is nothing if there is no sorrow sometimes, failures are also inspiring.” These days school openings are monumentalized with pomp and colour. Kids are happy to witness the school welcome ceremony. They are enjoying the comfort, the homely atmosphere, like a home away from home. Today, they desire to be at school, something attractive,…

Vibhuti

“Let us be grateful to good people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our soul blossom,” Marcel Proust.  Memories of childhood are the most cherished secret treasures. Its bitterness, sweetness, sadness, ecstasy still stream like a beautiful symphony. Ma, my mother used to rear goats. Its upkeep was a part…

The Joy Of Writing

Even from my childhood, I couldn’t combat the temptation of my wild dreams to transcribe. I know they were inexpensive. All I needed was a pencil and a piece of paper. It was absolute bliss. I then realised that I wasn’t the only one. Many from my peer group were also engrossed in the sheer…

Art Of How To

‘Art Of How To’ hope to serve as a platform to share stories of everyday heroes. We all have a story, a story of our own. The battles we fight each day, the success stories, the failures that took a toll on us. Everyday warriors, you and me included, who are breaking, struggling, pushing and pulling, making and still stepping ahead and living a life through life’s chaos and calm. I want to share those life chronicles. ‘Art Of How To’ is on a mission to root for people, on an agenda to be that ‘pat on the back,’ we all deserve.

Subscribe to
Art Of How To

Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.

About K. Syamala

A retired Finance Office from Kerala State Electricity Board, K. Syamala is a daydreamer, traveller, freelance writer, home chef, mother & wife. Syamala is an over-thinker who finds solace in the cathartic effect of writing.