The roads less travelled

about my journeys

A Glass of Water

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The story behind a single glass of water on my table. This story is dedicated to the students of my final year English, where I taught Robert Frost’s ‘Spring Pools.’ I sat under the shade of a tree. I had been in tree shades before, but that was only to catch my breath after tedious hours of walk through the woods, skirt the sun, or perhaps to take a nap in the cool air. I never bothered to check which … Continue reading

A rendezvous with a Kovilakam

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Suddenly I want to know how my daughter reacts to this, how skewed the corner of her mouth is, and how dark her cheeks have turned into. I turn and find that I was wrong. Instead of the customary sullenness I catch an eager light flashing across her wide eyes. Must do something. I call her by my side just to bail myself out from an inevitable tragedy. “You don’t understand. This will take quite some time. You’d be bored … Continue reading

Maoist Tourism at the Great Hornbill

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Mine was not love at first sight. And I don’t remember when exactly that titration point arrived, when a drop fell with a plop and transformed my care for a cousin overnight to a longing to have a soul mate out of that relation. I decided to propose to her. Still I am sure: my love was not sudden, it could have happened by degrees in my life. I never believed in love at first sight. Until, I came across … Continue reading

Culture Tours: A Fire in the Pacific

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A story inspired by a myth. It was night. A pall of silence shrouded a hamlet that clung to the rim of the Pacific. It was a sort of silence you could listen to only if you have lived long enough near a sea and let the waves relentlessly breaking on the shore shrink into a murmur and then into stillness. The villagers had woken up with a startle. For a moment they did not understand anything.  They were sleeping … Continue reading