
I was about to turn the light off when my heart leapt jolted out by a sudden rap on the door. “What hell!” I checked my mobile for time, useless now, right at the blindspot of all the mobile towers in Palakkad. 12 am. Against the calm, serene, cold night at the Inspection Bungalow at Sairandhri, Silent Valley, the rap at the wooden door was too pronouncing and urgent to dismiss. “Sir, please come outside!” It was half whisper, half … Continue reading