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Mar 1, 20132 min read
When “The Last Kannanthalis” on the Parakkulam hill slopes bloomed……
When ‘chingam’ breaks in, We, a band of children would go through the paddy fields and scatter among the hill slopes searching flowers...
Mar 1, 20133 min read
The day the clouds called me
The day the clouds called me “Once many people lived in a pretty valley with an even prettier lake. One day a comet emerged in the blue...
Jan 7, 20131 min read
AS RED AS STERCULIA POD
as red as sterculia pods We always walked all the way to school. There were 2 or 3 established routes through idavazhies (country trails)...
Dec 28, 20123 min read
Trip to Kudajadri
Robert frost’s typical poem usually begins in delight and ends in wisdom. Perhaps so is the trip to kudajaadri hills.There is a momentary...
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