Beautiful piece, a smooth read like the butter fruit. And as a Kannadiga I loved the sounds of the Kannada words when I said them aloud. A little bit of me is home even as I am reading this in faraway North Sikkim. I read this right after Sanket's piece on losing one's native language and it so underlined the point Sanket was making. Please write more from and about Thota Life in Namma Karnataka.
Thank you, Charulatha! Just read Sanket's lovely piece, the shame he talks about is so real. I always wanted to write in Kannada, but have eventually succumbed to writing in English. Writing about the landscapes I grew up in is one way of making up for this shame. Glad it resonated with you.
North Sikkim is lovely. It is what our western ghats was probably decades ago, looking forward to reading about it in your posts.
Beautiful piece, a smooth read like the butter fruit. And as a Kannadiga I loved the sounds of the Kannada words when I said them aloud. A little bit of me is home even as I am reading this in faraway North Sikkim. I read this right after Sanket's piece on losing one's native language and it so underlined the point Sanket was making. Please write more from and about Thota Life in Namma Karnataka.
Thank you, Charulatha! Just read Sanket's lovely piece, the shame he talks about is so real. I always wanted to write in Kannada, but have eventually succumbed to writing in English. Writing about the landscapes I grew up in is one way of making up for this shame. Glad it resonated with you.
North Sikkim is lovely. It is what our western ghats was probably decades ago, looking forward to reading about it in your posts.
Wow! This brought back so many core memories. I wish we had a photograph of Andruman!
Yes! Sorely missed having his portrait in this post
Such a lovely, evocative essay, Anoop. Really enjoyed reading it!
Thank you for kind words, Rohan! Glad you liked it.
It gets better with every read :)
A trip down the memory lane when we used to visit virajpet for summer vacation! Core memories ✨