We had no other job that evening. So we both waited patiently for the other to make the first move. I clung myself tightly to the highest rung of that spiked iron pole at the top of Peeru hills. That was the maximum I could help as the pole abruptly tapered out into a blue sky just above my head. When I looked down I saw the wild buffalo eagerly waiting for me at the bottom. Twenty-six minutes it waited … Continue reading
If I go anywhere else and settle, I fear, I’d miss this night. Of course there is night everywhere – the fields awash with faint starlight could continue to trigger weird imaginings in other villages as well, the night-time aromas could detonate the same memories in other towns too, and even the orchestra of nights could be recaptured faithfully to the last note anywhere else in the world. What else can one miss! But, still there is something here which … Continue reading
The writer waxes on his experience of staying in a traditional farm house, Sree Chithrakoodam at Chittur, 10 kilometers away from Palakkad town. He gets more than he asked and is pretty happy with that. When was the last time I spent a night here? I sit on a wooden chair in a mud house right in the midst of a sprawling rice field. All around me the muffled green stalks doze lethargically beneath a white blanket which the moon … Continue reading
(Continued from Part I) I’d worked in this district sometime back. But I’d never tasted authentic Palakkadan dishes like Muttappuli until I digged into the sumptuous meals at Sivasundaram’s home nearby. Back at the mud house we hit our bed to slough off the weariness from the long drive. The bedroom is big, but what takes the prize is the size of the bathroom. It would be love at first sight if you’ve already fed up with clammy toilets in … Continue reading
