“Uru?” I literally jumped hearing the rumble in the air and caught the poet in the dusky light standing with his raised finger. I cowered in fear. *** *** *** **** Time: Long long ago, perhaps in the hoary past thanks to my failing memory, a few people worked almost like brave warriors in the media field. Our Mission: To launch an International magazine from Kurup lane, near Ambalamukku. The leader: Sabin, my bosom friend. We had to bring out the first edition of our magazine. … Continue reading
