A pigeon flutters down and settles on the narrow ledge outside the window. My flat is on the eighth floor. A peek, straight down the ledge, would be scary for most of us. The pigeon does not look worried! It is normal for birds I guess. After all they fly higher, way higher than eight floor buildings. The pigeon is busy preening itself. Cleaning the dirt from its feathers. It is in no hurry. Occasionally it looks around. Checks if the skies are clear of high flying eagles. That could be a problem if you are a pigeon. Once in … Continue reading The bird outside my window
Daju’s designation declared that he was the ‘office water-carrier’. His job required him to fetch water, cook food and keep the office clean . No one in my office, wanted to eat the food he cooked. They preferred to do the cooking themselves. There was not much work in the office where I was the district-in-charge. It was a government office in the foothills of the Himalayas. Still in my early twenties, I was struggling to grow a mustache then. I hoped it would give me a serious and more of a mature look. I was having a tough time … Continue reading The taming of the brew!
It was supposed to be a punishment transfer. In my case, I got it because I had just joined a government service. I was packed off to a remote village, high up in the Himalayan mountains. There were no tarred roads in the village. A dirt track linked it to civilization. A bamboo hut with a corrugated-sheet roof became my office cum residence. On records, I was the district-in-charge and had a staff of four who reported to me. These four were local villagers and hardly ever attended ‘office’. Most of the time I was alone in my office. I … Continue reading A random act of kindness
It was a bright, sunny day with clear skies in May The chill of winter was fading out and the Indian summer had not yet fully set in. I was fourteen years old and in my last year at school. … Continue reading Dancing with the daffodils…
Nannu and Kuttapan were the owners of the only two shops at the Neyyarinkara Railway Station. The station had two platforms. Platform one had the office of the station master. The entrance to the railway station and the ticket counter … Continue reading Star Crossed Lovers
The sleepy village of Neyyarinkara was shaken out of its stupor as the bogies of the Kanyakumari Express came to a grinding halt. Very few trains stopped at the station. The station was the pride and joy of Kalidasan Rajendran … Continue reading Rags and Riches
The beggar jumped over the low wall of the park. There was no need to jump. The wall was hardly two feet tall and was crumbling in places. He looked around. The streets were empty. The villagers in Neyyarinkara went … Continue reading The life of a statue