I remember I adored my father in my youth and wanted to be like him when I grew up. Now I am eighty- five years going into eighty-six. I cant say I am anything like him. When I was a child, life was different. Being one of the ten children made life more complex. I was the seventh child and the third daughter. So, I barely knew my father. He was always there in the house commanding respect. No one was given any especial attention. But everyone received care and love. In documenting his life, I had to rely on my memory of the things I absorbed form a distance. A word, a phrase, a comment, said during events. Rosaly Puthucheary, teacher, writer, poet, mother, sister, daughter.There is something cathartic about reading ones own family in relation to historical events that define the psyche of a Nation, it simply gives greater context to our own existence. Sanjay C Kuttan, writer, poet, son.A riveting story of a young man with big dreams who arrives in Singapore from Kerala in the early 1900s. Dr Anitha Devi Pillai, Senior Lecturer, National Institute of Education, Nanyang Technological University.