The Twelfth Main Road from Thippasandra intersects at the Hundred Feet Road of Indira Nagar and goes straight to Cambridge Layout. The intersection is the layover for Anasuyamma and me during the wee hours of all the six days a week. From Thippasandra, Anasuyamma would reach the Twelfth Main at any moment, I thought while walking in long strides in surging haste from … [Read more...]
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The Crab | Kunnamthanam Ramachandran
Tired of running to save itself of the humans who tried catching it, a crab that lived on the shores of the Backwaters of Kochi, left its abode on a sunny mid-day, leaving its wife, children, relatives and friends, once for all. Very cautiously it moved forward and on making many a tumultuous exercise it was fast approaching the nearby Railway Station. By twilight it had … [Read more...]
The Woman from Palakad | K. L. Joseph ( J. Kaval )
Only a handful of people attended the funeral though the dead person belonged to the same village and known to everybody there. He did not know anyone. He had expected at least a few familiar faces. There was none. After the simple religious ceremony of cremation, he was about to leave the place, when Murali asked him: "Uncle, should you leave at once? You have come from a … [Read more...]
The Gospel of Deceit by E. Santhosh Kumar
Neecha Veda Shatavari Express. 9.20 at South Central station. The train was in time. The train was already moving, by the time I hauled myself in. The road was choke-a-block with long lines of vehicles. The cab I had taken was moving like an animal trying to escape a trap. By the time it grunted and groaned into the station, the moaning whistle of the train had already been … [Read more...]
Three Blind Men describe an Elephant by E. Santhosh Kumar
Moonnu Andhanmaar Aanaye Vivarikkunnu One of our visiting faculty was Kuruvila, a journalist who was with a foreign newspaper for a couple of years. He nursed a sort of contempt for India, especially the media activities here. Kuruvila would occasionally come up with new projects, as if to prod and provoke us. A report on an altogether new issue, a scoop which had nothing … [Read more...]