What's the fuss about Keezhady?
He forgets things these days. He was sure the wristwatch had been right there on the table but he could no longer find it. The table made of native ebony was now badly scratched, dust covered, and stained in many places. It stood with an unsteady posture. There were a rash of items on it, … Continue reading Behind The Clouds
The mist was lazily receding downhill, unveiling buildings in the morning sun, lego-like from a distance, and surrounded by a lush green that recalled a more pristine time. A bus was making its way along the winding road that snaked down the slope, tall grass swaying ever so gently on either side. Familiar Margosa, Jambu … Continue reading Love In The Time Of Akbar
He was a child laborer. To work twelve or thirteen hours a day, he was ...