The beginning of my writing.

It all began when my teacher {in 5th grade} gave us a test. It was on autobiography of anything. I chose a clock. After the test I got a very good remark from my teacher. When I came home and told my parents about it they were impressed! One day, during my holidays, I started thinking about Patnam. As and when my favourite thoughts of Patnam crossed my mind, made mental notes, connected the dots and poured my thoughts in words. That became my first article.

       My parents were so happy, especially my dad. After a few months or so, I wrote a story. My dad loved it and so we started my blog.I started writing more articles and I know that my dad is proud of me. To tell you the truth, I have written more than ten articles which has given me ten times happiness!!

The Place Where I Want To Be

I, Amity Rodrigo, am having a rich life in the city. It is kind of boring with loads of luxury and working late, on school homework, instead of having fun with our family. I don’t like this kind of busy life in a big city. I like to stay in a village like mine. It’s called Virapandianpatnam. In short, it is called Patnam.

I love my village because it’s not like other villages. It’s unique. Over there, we might have thousands of adventures a day. I go to the shop alone to get things for my grandmother and other people. I help others in that place. It’s a small village. So, I know every corner of this beautiful village. I walk everywhere all alone. I walk to church and many other places. We swim in the beach at least twice a week. We play with no trouble from morning till night. We play “Bingo”, otherwise called as “Tombollah”, in Tamil, from night till dawn. I got lots and lots of money by winning in these games.

In this place, Christmas Celebration is the best part of the year. It is joyful in that period because many other kids and I perform on the church-stage. All the people in this village are related to me somehow. When I walk through the village, everyone says, ‘Hi’, to me and we chat for a while. My grandmother has a huge house in that place. It is actually like a farm-house because it has different kinds of animals and birds. At the back of the house they plan different kinds of fruits and vegetables.

At the church, my other grandmother plays the organ, for the choir and even I go, with her to hear her play and her choir sing. I go there because sometimes I get to press buttons on the organ, and I am interested in music.

I would love to live there. I would call that place ‘THE VILLAGE OF JOY’ or ‘THE VILLAGE OF LIFE’. I would have a golden and peaceful life there.