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n Prologue: The Story in the Stones nnnn After my father passed away at the age of 97, I found myself in the quiet task of sorting through the many papers he had left behind. It was a slow and reflective process, one that forced me to sift through not only the remnants of his […]

n Chapter: The Village and the Family nnnn The village lay quietly under the morning sun, its stillness broken only by the rustle of the paddy fields swaying gently in the breeze. This was the rhythm of life on the outskirts of Tirunelveli, about fifteen miles from the town center. A place of simplicity, its

n nnnn The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, amber glow over the village. Radhakrishnan sat on the front porch of their home, a rare sense of calm settling over him. After days of turmoil and sleepless nights, there was finally some hope for Ambi’s future. He looked at the letter

n holds historical significance in the educational and political landscape of British India. Established in 1898, it was a progressive institution that emerged as part of a broader effort by the local Kshatriya community (often associated with the Naicker or Naidu castes) to provide quality education to their children during a time of colonial rule.

n In the heart of Tulirnelveli District, the rhythmic rustling of palm leaves swayed with the winds of change. The year was 1937, and the quiet village where Ambi’s family lived stood at the crossroads of British India’s fading grasp and the rising momentum of the Indian independence movement. The streets, once silent save for

n My father passed away at the age of 97, and it was a big blow to me. He was a man whom I knew so well and yet did not know at all.  nnnn One day I found myself in the quiet task of sorting through the many papers he had left behind. It

n Chapter: The Village and the Family nnnn The village lay quietly under the morning sun, its stillness broken only by the rustle of the paddy fields swaying gently in the breeze. This was the rhythm of life on the outskirts of Tirunelveli, about fifteen miles from the town center. A place of simplicity, its

n When I was posted to Bellary in Karnataka I was upset at being posted in what was drab little known town. First impressions did not help as the train left me at dawn at the British era railway station. nnnn It was like stepping back in time. Bellary was like any other old British

n He was short, stocky and sturdy, a boy of eleven. He was dark, with dignity and calmness beyond his age. He rarely smiled but there was always the glint of a smile in his eyes. nnnn He spoke little but observed all around him. He was not an orphan but was forced to live

n Everyone has a story to tell, or an experience to share. Most people would like to see their name in print as an Author. nnnn Earlier the process was difficult and you struggled for years to get your manuscript into a readable book. nnnn Technology changed all that and today almost anyone with an