Venugopala was a little boy who lived with his mother at the edge of a dense forest. Being a pert little soul, he was keen to go to school and every day, he would ask his mother, a poor widow, ‘Amma, when can I go to school? I want to study and meet other boys as well.’ His mother would smile tenderly at him and caress his soft cheek. ‘Venu, you can go to school when you are six.’ Venugopala dreamt of books and friends, and of how he would learn to read and write and become a big...
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Deepti Menon
Member Since: 15 Jan, 2014
Deepti has always believed in the power of the pen. Having done her post graduation in English Literature and her B.Ed. in English, she had the option of teaching and writing, and did both with great enjoyment. She started writing at the age of ten, ...
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