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The wedding pictured here is mine, not Jayanthi Mandels. And dahi was not served because our reception was given by Ranjit’s manager’s wife, Eunice Milne, who was not Indian. Thank you, dear Eunice and Donald. We shall never forget you. Their … Continue reading
Shining Agnes was a snail and is beloved of my protagonist,who, since I created her, is part of me. This has made things a bit tricky as far as my allotment is concerned. If I don’t want to be a … Continue reading
The Absolute manifested itself in a shapeless genderless form that the human race was unable to appreciate or even understand. Or the progeny of Sissy and George was so hideously deformed because the parents were twins. I got the idea … Continue reading
Julia Clockhouse in The Teaplanter’s Daughter had a goose. I had four tame owls. Our Indian gardener brought me a handful of mud covered fledglings. They had fallen out of their nest in a storm. I put the little owls in … Continue reading
My daughter, Juthika, said her friends wanted me to come and talk about ‘The Teaplanter’s Daughter’ for their reading group. ‘Mum, read the book first because you wrote it so long ago you might have forgotten it,’ she said. ‘These … Continue reading
I married Ranjit in 1957. We had our wedding in Munnar, in the High Range hills, in South India. Ranjit had got the job of a teaplanter so that I would live in a European style community. Teaplanting was not his thing … Continue reading