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The tale of a clothier

Telugu original ‘Shashidhar’1 by: Dr Siri

Translated by: Atreya Sarma U

Cover of source book: Rakshasudi Padaraksha

Long ago there was a clothier by name Shashidhar in Varanasi. A man of good conduct and honesty, he always sold only quality textiles and at a fair price.

There was another cloth merchant in the same city. He was Karunakar, a man with a crooked temperament. He used to sell every item, including substandard ones, at a high price. He was greedy of getting rich and rich whether by hook or by crook.

Karunakar didn’t like Shashidhar who was always complimented by one and all for his integrity and business values.

Coming to know that the people in a neighbouring village were going to have a round of godly festivities shortly, and that they would be interested in buying new clothes, Shashidhar planned to visit that village next day along with his stock.

Karunakar, who always kept an eye on Shashidhar, got wind of the latter’s initiative. Bent on stymying Shashidhar in the business, he hurried all of a sudden with his entire stock of clothes to that village.

The villagers, who with no quality shops at their place were thinking of going to Varanasi to buy clothes, felt happy on seeing that a merchant from Varanasi himself had come to their doorstep. All of them bought the clothes from Karunakar without any murmur even as he quoted high prices. 

He stayed in the village until dusk and succeeded in selling off all the stock. With a pocket full of profit, and dancing on cloud nine for having spoiled the chances of Shashidhar, he returned to Varanasi.

The next day, as planned, Shashidhar proceeded to the village along with a bale of clothes. The villagers told him that only the day before all of them had bought their requirements, and they didn’t need to buy any more items. Thereupon, he started back.

As Shashidhar was crossing the village, he ran into a twosome.

“Who’re you? We’ve never seen you in this village. And what’s that stack in your hands?” one of them asked him, suspecting that he could be a thief.

“My name is Shashidhar. I am a cloth merchant from Varanasi. I came here to sell the clothes to the villagers,” he answered, gently.

“But the bundle reveals that you didn’t sell any item, did you?” asked the other one.

“You’re right, sir.  None of the items got sold. The villagers told me that they had already bought their requirements yesterday from another merchant who had come here. That’s why I am returning with my stock,” said Shashidhar, calmly.

“My goodness! So, you’re going back empty-handed. Don’t you feel pinched by going back with no earning at all? And how come you’re so cool in spite of it?” said the first one, with a bit of pain.

“No sir, I don’t feel so, for business is not just for money. It’s also a duty toward the people. A merchant needs to notice the people’s needs and accordingly supply the products to them. But I couldn’t make myself available to them in their time of need. That’s why I’m going back with the stock as it is. At least from now on, I’ll try my best to be aware of the customers’ needs and attend to them well in time.” Shashidhar replied, with a smile.

Impressed by the individuality and goodness of Shashidhar as also with his sense of duty toward the customers, the first of the strangers heartily congratulated him. He then revealed his and his companion’s identity. They were Dheera Pratap and Vidheya, the king and the minister respectively of the kingdom.

And the king bought out the entire stock from Shashidhar. Not only that. He also promised to order the entire royalty’s requirements from him, henceforth.

Shashidhar returned home, happily.

Coming to know of this development of the king himself buying the clothes from Shashidhar, Karunakar who had been overjoyed for marring the chances of Shashidhar, was now upset a lot. His evil design of sabotaging the sincere initiative of Shashidhar had finally become a tool in enhancing the latter’s good reputation. Karunakar’s grief redoubled, and he regretted his wrongdoing.

From then on, Karunakar gave up his habit of hoodwinking or dealing a blow to others, and began doing his business in a fair manner.

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1. Original Telugu story titled ‘Shashidhar’ from Rakshasudi Padaraksha (Ogre’s Shoes), a collection of Telugu stories by Dr Siri. Shashi Ram Publications, Miryalaguda, Dec 2019, pp 110, ₹ 100 / $ 3.

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Dr Siri

Dr Siri

Dr Siri is a prolific poet and writer, mainly for children. A dentist by qualification, she has been fully drawn into creative literature and service to the differently abled section of children. In recognition of her contribution to the field of children’s literature, the Telangana government feted her with the ‘Vishishta Mahila Puraskar’ for 2018. Some of her books have been translated into Hindi, Urdu and Tamil; and the translations into Marathi, Sanskrit, English, Kannada, and Koya are in press. With a view to acquainting the readers with her literary endeavours and philanthropic bent of mind, Atreya Sarma, Chief Editor of Muse India, engages her in the following conversation.


Dr Siri – In conversation with Atreya Sarma U

Dr Siri
Dr Siri is a prolific poet and writer, mainly for children. A dentist by qualification, she has been fully drawn into creative literature and service to the differently abled section of children. In recognition of her contribution to the field of children’s literature, the Telangana government feted her with the ‘Vishishta Mahila Puraskar’ for 2018. Some of her books have been translated into Hindi, Urdu and Tamil; and the translations into Marathi, Sanskrit, English, Kannada, and Koya are in press. With a view to acquainting the readers with her literary endeavours and philanthropic bent of mind, AtreyaSarma, Chief Editor of Muse India, engages her in the following conversation. 

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U Atreya Sarma

Atreya Sarma U (ATREYA): Dr Siri, you’ve a very large output of children’s stories and also poems, during your literary journey. How many of your stories and poems have been published so far? How many books you have published so far? How could you produce such a massive output considering that you are young yourself?

Dr Siri (SIRI): Thank you. Among my works, over 200 of poems, 200 crosswords, 200 stories for children, 20 stories for adults, besides lyrics for children, reviews, articles, and translations have been published.

My playlet ‘Urishiksha’ (Death Sentence) has been broadcast by the All India Radio (AIR). About 300 of my children’s stories have been featured in the animation form in the Lollipop App. The App also contains the simplified stories for children I did from the Mahabharata as well as four of my lyrics composed for and sung by children. I have also penned the title song for the Lollipop App.

ATREYA: Why have you chosen children’s literature as your main writing activity? Who or what factors have motivated you into it? And what do you want to achieve through it?

SIRI: Right from the beginning, be it in the surroundings of my home or wherever I go, I find a number of children around me. To many people, children are those with their conspicuously endearing smiles and naughtiness. But children have their other side too. Their minds simmer with a maze of unexpressed fears, troubles, doubts and questions. But unlike the adults, they can’t speak out their minds. All the same, they churn up the unvoiced reflections in their minds to find out the answers, and, in the process, they turn them into questions and raise them before the elders. And most of the elders laugh away such questions as crazy ones.  But certainly, they are not crazy questions, and I have realised this only after heartily and affectionately interacting the children.

In fact, the stories I have created are meant to answer such questions popping from the minds of children. It is only the children and their questions that have made me a children’s writer. Whatever I have written – lyrics, crosswords, stories, playlets – it owes it to the children themselves and is meant only for them.

Children are like saplings. If we nurture them well, they will grow up like strong and sturdy trees. And the entire world happily lives under the canopy of such trees. If this has to turn into a reality, children should be brought up in a happy and healthy environment.

It’s not just the physical but the mental health that would cultivate good values of life. If children have to excel our generation and be a torchbearer to the next generation with clarity and conviction, we have to put them on a path of holistic progress and values. And the path I have chosen is literature, since literature has the ability to influence humans and their way of thinking. Most importantly, the impact that stories and lyrics create on children is enormous and abiding. That’s why, ever since the dawn of human civilisation, the art of telling stories to children has become an integral part and parcel of every culture in the world.

If the literary output I have been creating is able to spark off the positive feelings in our children even to a little extent and help them at least step ahead, I feel that my mission has been fulfilled, and that itself will be my greatest achievement. 

ATREYA: At what age did you get into writing? And who are the people who encouraged you to your satisfaction?

SIRI: When I was ten, my father spoke to me about Sarojini Naidu and mentioned that she penned her first book when she was just twelve. It made an indelible imprint on my mind, and I began writing ever since. But at that age, I didn’t know what constituted a “writing” – what should be written about, or how it should be written. Yet, I went ahead with my writing activity, letting out my thoughts in the words that I knew. When I entered my eighth grade, I showed some of them to my teachers, and they commented, “You’ve written well. There is meaning and rhythm in what you’ve written. And it’s readable. Now write them down on the blackboard, so that everyone can read them out.”

The compliments from the teachers encouraged me, and writing has become my breath ever since. And I have benefited a lot by the advice, guidance and appreciation received from many other elders like – noted film actor and writer Ravi Kondala Rao who read through all my works; ‘Padma Shri’ recipient KC Sivasankaran (famous illustrator for the Chandamama monthly); renowned film lyricist and ‘Padma Shri’ recipient Sirivennela Seetharama Sastry; well-known writer Kalipatnam Rama Rao; and film writer Esukapalli Mohana Rao. Especially, veteran Ravi Kondala Rao volunteered to be my benign guru, and illumined me on various aspects of literature with a fatherly affection.

I also owe my gratitude to my parents, siblings, husband, mother-in-law, and friends whose support has been steadfast and solid all the while.

ATREYA: You are a dental doctor by qualification, but are you doing your practice? If you have to choose between dental profession and children’s literature, what would you prefer?

SIRI: The dental profession and the art of writing are independent of each other, and either of them is important and distinguished in its own way. But if should prefer only one of them, I would certainly vote for children’s literature.

ATREYA: Your writing is in Telugu, your mother tongue. It’s a stark reality that for many years Telugu language has come to be neglected as a medium of study or creative expression. As a result, the standards of Telugu have been declining. And so is the interest in reading of Telugu books plummeting on a downward slope. It has become a fashion to routinely adulterate Telugu with English words, whether called for or not, as a kind of craze or fashion. Under such circumstances, how is the demand for Telugu books in general and especially yours? And what should be done, in your view, to promote the study of Telugu among the Telugu people? There are alarm bells signalling that Telugu would disappear before long from the scene of languages. What do you have to say about it?

SIRI: What you say is not far off the truth. Somehow, when it comes to the question of our association with English language, we tend to feel a sense of false prestige. And when it comes to our mother tongue, we tend to belittle it and as if speaking in Telugu is a waste or offence. Our attitude needs to change and we should realise the importance of adoring our mother, mother tongue and motherland. The fancy for English has certainly brought down the number of readers in Telugu, but only to some extent and not wholly.

We may be reading and speaking in several languages, but the way our mind-cum-heart resonates when we speak and read in our own mother tongue, the vibes that come out are quite distinct. We feel a sense of closeness and ineffable intimacy. This type of alchemy and love of mother tongue promotes the popularity of Telugu literature. Luckily, still there are a good number of Telugu lovers and readers, and it is precisely this factor that has made my books, like those by many others, popular enough. The lion’s share of my literary creation goes out to children, and it’s encouraging for me that they hold my books dear to their heart.

I don’t agree that Telugu is going to be extinct. I do believe that the flag of Telugu language is going to fly high for the reason that during the last four years, hundreds of children have put pen to paper and come out with thousands of their works. As many as 300 books have come out of the hands of children below 15 years of age. It’s certainly a silver lining for our cute, sweet Telugu language. So, where’s the question of Telugu disappearing from the scene?

ATREYA: You have been conducting writing workshops for children. Please share your experiences – how many workshops you have conducted? At how many places? How many children have partaken so far in them? How many of them have turned into good writers? Who have been cooperating with you in this welcome venture? And how do you feel about all this exercise?

SIRI: I have been taking part in the writing workshop for children and teaching them the techniques of creative writing for the last ten years. Some of these workshops were organised by me with the support of the schools concerned. And I served as a resource person in the workshops conducted by organisations like the Telangana Sahitya Akademi, Dr Madabhushi Rangacharya Smaraka Samiti, and Rangineni Trust. For two years during the time of the Corona pandemic, I participated in the online workshops convened by many literary organisations.

Hundreds of children have taken part in the workshops. And about 200 of them have turned into good published writers, and besides penning poems and stories, some of them have brought out even Satakams, a posy of one hundred or slightly more metrical poems, mostly of ethical values.

What’s the use of children writing stories? Many ask this question. Here I’d like to share a relevant experience. A few years ago, I organised a writing workshop in a government school in a village. About 200 children joined it, and I held a competition in story writing. The winner was a girl, eight years old. I walked down to congratulate her. But she didn’t utter a word despite my continued persuasion. After reading her story, I felt that either her mom or dad or maternal granny or paternal grandma or grandpas must have been telling her stories every day.

Noticing my vain attempts at making the girl open her mouth, the headmaster approached me and said, “Madam, this girl hardly speaks to anyone. Her father had passed away, and her mother is ill. The girl doesn’t have anyone except her mom. As soon as the school closes for the day, she runs out to find some chore or the other to eke out a few rupees for survival. On every holiday, she works as a farmhand. The little one keeps all the pain to herself, not sharing it with anyone. We know all these things, because we are a first-hand witness. We too have tried our best to make her open up.

Though she is not forthcoming, she never neglects her studies. She is very intelligent. The quality of her story must have proved it to you. 

Unable to contain my empathy and sympathy for her, I said, “My darling, I am like your elder sister. Won’t you please share your suffering with me?”

“That’s why I’ve written the story,” the girl muttered.

In another workshop in 2017, I happened to hear the same type of heart-wrenching words coming out of one Sugandhi. There is a gap in their ages and in their life stories, but the flow of tears was the same. To wipe away the tears, to be brave and resolute, both of them chose the same medium – and it is literature.

Now let’s go back to another workshop in 2019. I asked one of the participants, “What expectations made you attend this workshop?”

“I’d like my father to give up drinking and take care of the family he has been neglecting? I feel that that the story I am going to write should bring about the change in him. But I don’t know how to write a story; that’s why I am here,” said the boy.

And he did write the story, and it not only got him the prize but also changed his father for good.

When he was receiving the prize, his mom said, “Madam, I had tried my best to bring my husband to his senses, but I failed. But my sonny has written just one story, and with that he has saved our entire family,” wiping her tears.

I have come across countless experiences like these. The background of each story penned by such children is too big and intense for one’s imagination. The writing workshops are meant not only to identify and tap the children’s creativity but also help them pour out their sufferings, thoughts and emotions so that they could develop a sound personality. And I feel so blessed to be a part of such transformative workshops.

ATREYA: Not limiting yourself to story writing, you’ve been into social service – succouring the needy and ‘disabled’ children. How do you get time and funds for it? At how many places and how many children you have helped so far? Are there any individuals or NGOs that are standing by you?

SIRI: Once, I happened to read about the visually disabled in a magazine. After reading through the piece, I felt that it was beyond one’s imagination to grasp the difficulties and sufferings of the blind lot. This intense angst has made me to do my bit for their cause. As part of this, I have been into narrating stories to them, and teach them dancing. Likewise, I have been visiting the schools for the deaf and telling stories to them.

ATREYA: It’s very touching that you’ve produced audio books for the visually disadvantaged children. How many such books you have brought out? What is the readers’ response? And what is your experience in this line of activity?

SIRI: I have brought out 6 audio books containing 250 stories for the benefit of the blind children and the cooperation I have received from the LV Prasad Eye Institute is very solid. The books have been made available for free to all the schools for the blind in both the Telugu states, and all the children who have listened to the stories, have felt happy. And the most delightful thing is, some of them have begun to write their own stories.

ATREYA: Now let’s go back to your own childhood. Do you have anything special to share from your childhood – from preschool to SSC (X Grade) – that could have served as the seed of your chosen literary activity? And where did you have your school education?

SIRI: When I was a sixth grader, my parents and I were going in an autorickshaw.

At an intersection, the traffic light turned red, and we had to halt. There was another autorickshaw beside ours. Father spotted the passenger in it, and said, “Siri, do you know who he is? He is a very great writer, and the lyrics he penned have been a source of inspiration to many. He is Dr C Narayana Reddy!” He went on.  “An ailment that sometime a physician can’t cure, can be cured by a poet through his healing words. That’s the uniqueness of creative writing and of the words that make it. An ideal writer should not only read the works of others but also stimulate others to read his/her own work. Then only, you’ll impart value to the syllables. So, try to understand this and emulate this idea.”

My father’s words sowed the seeds of literature in me at that impressionable age. And my education up to Intermediate took place at my native town, Miryalaguda on the banks of the Krishna district. I did my BDS at Khammam.

ATREYA: Do you have any interests other than children’s literature? If so, what are they?

SIRI: Besides reading books, I am interested in sculpture and dancing. I have used stone and plaster for my sculptures and presented them to many interested people. As for dancing, I have self-learnt the semi-classical, folk and contemporary forms, and taught them to many blind children and helped them perform in their school programmes.  

ATREYA: It’s quite well known that despite your stellar achievements, you’re are way too modest, never wanting to get into the limelight. Yet, if the society gets to know of the recognitions that have come your way and the ideal life you have been leading with healthy stories for children, it would serve as a source of inspiration to many. So please tell us the prestigious awards you have won so far.

SIRI: In recognition of my efforts in the field of children’s literature, I received the ‘Vishishta Mahila Puraskar’ for 2018. And I have the privilege of being felicitated by many a literary and cultural organisation.

ATREYA: Are there any personalities in the field of children’s Telugu literature that have created a strong influence on you?

SIRI: Rather than personalities or individuals, there is a magazine that has left a profound influence on me. It’s the Chandamama monthly, the most popular children’s magazine published in almost all the Indian languages including Telugu.

ATREYA: And what are the current writing projects or workshops or service programmes that you have listed out for yourself?

SIRI: I am right now translating some books for the National Book Trust of India (NBT), besides readying my own books for print. I am also planning a few writing workshops for children.


The Ogress (The Telugu Tableau Through Translation)

Telugu original1 by: Dr Siri

Translated by: U Atreya Sarma
(With the permission of the original writer)

Dr Siri
In a village, Rajendrapuram, there lived a wealthy man, Veeraiah. But he was miserly and greedy. 
Veeraiah was into money-lending. Whoever borrowed from him, he heavily compounded the interest and collected twice the original loan amount. He was equally usurious whether the borrowers were his kith and kin or others.

“Please heed my words for I am your wife cum well-wisher. To be miserly and greedy doesn’t befit a human. It doesn’t help you in anyway, and you won’t gain anything. On the other hand, you’ll lose a lot, especially respect among the people. You know, everyone in the village is cursing you.” His wife urged Veeraiah so ardently.

U Atreya Sarma
“Who can dare to damn me? Money-lending is not such an easy job. It’s only the defaulters that find fault with me. Why should I care them? If I have become rich, it’s only because I am penny-wise, piling up every coin in a thrifty manner. It’s only those who don’t know the value of money that rattle on about my ways. It’s only my parsimony that has made me well-off. Anyway, I know pretty well what I am and how to conduct myself. You better keep off from doling out free advice.” An irritated Veeraiah blurted out.

Knowing his anger only too well, she couldn’t speak any further. After all, a wife is keen on the welfare of her husband; and it’s only she that has the duty and liberty of offering a word of advice to him. But given Veeraiah’s incorrigible temperament, she fell silent, and he went on scot-free with a redoubled avarice.
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In the same Rajendrapuram village, there was another money-lender. He was Subbaiah, an inherently good-natured man with a spirit of charity. If he found anyone in a hard situation, he would pronto go to their rescue. Everyone in the village heartily praised him and his positive qualities.

Subbaiah’s wife was Lakshmi. Observing the over-liberal way of his financial transactions, one day she opened up and shared her views with him.

“No doubt, it’s good for every person to be good, but one should not be excessively good. One should not be too meek and diffident, neglecting one’s own genuine interests. Noticing your excessive goodness and gullibility, and taking undue advantage of it, some of the people who have received your help are tending to cheat you. Please think over what I have said, and try to change yourself in a well-balanced way.”

Subbaiah felt that there was truth in what his wife had said, and began trying his best to change his ways.
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One day, Veeraiah visited Subbaiah’s place, and said, “Subbaiah, I am in urgent need of some money. That’s why I am here for a loan.”

‘Isn’t it strange that an affluent person like Veeraiah has come to seek a loan from me who doesn’t match his riches?’ felt Subbaiah, and he spoke out his surprise.

And Veeraiah responded, “However rich one might be, a day comes when they too would be in dire need. Anyway, I’ve nothing to hide from you. All of my money has stuck in the lending business. The borrowers are not repaying in time. As a result, I am totally out of money. Of course, I am expecting repayment of a loan but only after a fortnight. In the meantime, how to eke out my livelihood? That’s why, I am at your doorstep,” feigning a twinge of discomfiture.

Buying his words, Subbaiah lent Veeraiah the five thousand rupees he had asked for.

The promised fortnight’s time passed by, and then even six months rolled by. Veeraiah didn’t repay the loan. Whenever Subbaiah gently reminded him, he would simply defer it from time to time.

Knowing of this, Lakshmi said to her husband, “Veeraiah borrowed from you not out of any necessity but only as a deliberate ploy to trick you. He is the richest man in our village. How at all can he be short on funds? And how would he approach you, of all people? His was a well-planned strategy. He cashed on your proverbial weakness. Assured that you would never insist on repayment, he wanted to usurp the money for himself with his wonted avarice.”

“Okay. But isn’t there a way of recovering our money?” said, an anguished Subbaiah.

“Why not? Here you’re…” she whispered into his ears.

Subbaiah was so happy with his wife’s smartness.
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The next day, Veeraiah went to a neighbouring village on a recovery trip. He collected the debts and was on his way back. There was a thick forest between the two villages.

“I have told you a number of times that it isn’t safe for you to go out all alone to such places. At least now, better take someone along with you as support,” advised his wife this time too, but it fell on deaf ears. If he were to heed her advice, he would have to meet the companion’s expenses of travel, board and lodge. The incurable skinflint he was, he ploughed a lonely furrow.

That day, after Veeraiah reached the other village, things got delayed. So, by the time he was in the middle of the forest on his way back, it was very dark. Clutching the sacks of money to his chest, he kept crawling through the wooded patch scarily and creepily, trying to summon up the courage that wasn’t there.

Now, lo! As if from no-where, an ogress pounced on Veeraiah.

Grabbing him by throat, she yelled, “How dare you step into my territory?”

Frightened out of his wits, Veeraiah bowed to the demoness, and said, “Oh, the Ogress Queen! Pardon me, please. I didn’t know this is your domain. Never would I enter here again, I promise. Please let me out.”

“Humph! Because this is your first trespass, I’m forgiving you. If I see you even once again here, I’ll butcher you. Rats! Get lost, never once looking back,” roared the demoness, deafeningly. 
In the flurry of things, Veeraiah dropped his sacks of money like a hot potato, and ran away in fear of his life.
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The next day, Veeraiah went to the village council and vented out his story, grief, and loss of money. 
Sighting Subbaiah who had just then arrived there, Veeraiah said, “My dear Subbaiah, I had planned to repay you the loan of five thousand rupees, but now you’ve seen my plight! What can I do?” with a feigning pain. He presumed that Subbaiah, the good soul that he was, would willingly write off his loan. Thereby, Veeraiah hoped to be richer by that amount.

Then, Subbaiah walked up to the Panchayat head. “Sir, today morning when I was going to the neighbouring village, I chanced upon these sacks of money in the forest. It’s only after coming here, have I come to know that they belong to Veeraiah,” saying so, he handed over the sacks to the Panchayat chief. Veeraiah jumped for joy, and grabbed the sacks, saying “My goodness! Yes, these are my own. Thank God, I have got back my money!”

“Of course, you have got back yours. But it contains my dues of five thousand rupees too. As you promised just a while ago, please repay my dues,” said a smiling Subbaiah.

This development upset Veeraiah’s applecart. He was on the horns of a dilemma. He couldn’t take back his word, having uttered it in the public. He would otherwise lose his prestige whatever was left of it. So, without a demur, he passed over the amount of five thousand rupees to Subbaiah, though with some sting.
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Subbaiah was on cloud nine. After returning home, he said, “Oh, Mrs Ogress! Here’s your money!” placing the money in his better-half’s hands.

“Wow, finally, we’ve got back our money!” said Lakshmi, with glee.

But back there, Veeraiah was still sullen that he couldn’t evade the repayment for ever. 
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1. Original Telugu story titled ‘Rakshasi’ from Rakshasudi Padaraksha (Ogre’s Shoes) – a collection of Telugu stories by Dr Siri. Sashi Ram Publications, Miryalaguda, Dec 2019, pp 110, ₹ 100 / $ 3.
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Bio: Dr Sirisha Macherla, popular as Dr Siri, hails from Miryalaguda, Nalgonda district (Telangana). A qualified dental physician, she is a prolific and popular writer of children’s literature in Telugu – poetry, short story, novel. She is the judge of many competitions in the field of children’s literature. She is active not only in writing but also in the voluntary service of various types of children including physically challenged. She has brought out collections of stories like – Vennela Pudota (The Moonlit Garden of Flowers); Vendi Nemaleeka (Silver Peacock-plume); Rakshasudi Padaraksha (The Demon’s Shoe); Manchu Ooyala (The Snowy Swing); Vanamlo Virisina Kathalu (The Tales that Bloomed in the Garden); and Aksharalato Aata (Play with the Syllables) a book on word play containing short stories, crosswords, proverbs, and riddles.

Collaborating with the LV Prasad Eye Institute, she produced audio editions of 200 stories for the benefit of the visually challenged children of the two Telugu states. She is a specialist in narrating stories in the schools for the deaf-mute kids and also making them narrate. She has also released 200 animation stories through the Lollipop app.

Besides children’s literature, Dr Siri has published 2 novels, 2 poetry collections, and one collection of short stories. Dr Siri’s achievements in the field of children’s literature won her the Telangana Government Distinguished Woman Award-2018.

Email: ragasri03@gmail.com