
The author of Rum, Road n’ Ravings wants you to take a swig of his favourite drink. I understand. Many fear they cannot grow a palate for its queer taste. It is too complicated a thing to be appreciated by uneducated eyes. The sweet strains of it fail to reach them through the impervious ears to tug at their emotions. Very difficult to understand, sir. Incomprehensible. Poetry. We had poetry sessions when I worked in a college in Kollam. I … Continue reading