#dialogue_with_diary
My stint with literature has begun with amma's anxious reading of Pramadavanam in Andhra Prabha, a telugu magazine that offered the question and answers column written by the great lady writer, Malathi Chandur. She used to make me sit in the kitchen and read them loud as she could continue her work of preparing food for the family. The dried wood gives out flames so fast, that food had to be taken care of else they would turn black in no time.
Malathi Chandur's vast literary quotes lead to some more search and some more reading. Her column pages were torn and stitched together by hand by peddakka.
It was a continuous reading and the thirst too established the place in the increased number of collected pages and books.
Dedicate this first flower to that sweet mother!
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