The Humourist of Chendamangalam

I had an uncle from my mother’s side who resided in a little town called Chendamangalam in Kerala. He ran a shop at the junction of the village that he lived in. It was a smallish community and everybody knew one another. Our community temple was down the road. The village holds many memories of

Trouser Man

He wore a greyish t-shirt tucked into track pants. He was roundish and had an unkempt stubble. I had my mask on, hence I was spared the ordeal of having to take a whiff of him, as he most certainly did not look too clean. He, on the other hand, had no mask on.

The Cockroach Invasion

The cockroach lay unmoving. However, I sensed that it wasn’t dead, since these guys are thick-skinned, like enemies in Mortal Kombat.

A Confused Visitor

The glassy silence at the Heritage Centre was shattered with the sound of a loud bang. It was almost closing time, and we were all startled. I was wondering if I should notify the Security Section which was across the hallway from the backdoor. Was it an extraterrestrial invasion? Was it a result of one

The Mystery of the Fallen Potted Plants

There was order and neatness in every aspect, on the lawn outside. The glass window of the Heritage Centre revealed a soothing view of greenery and sunlight. However, there was a slight concern at the Centre. Three pots amidst the uniform green, always seemed to be lying down. Funnily, they pointed to the same direction

Birding in the Garden

It was a normal afternoon at Rishi Valley. Fairly hot and buzzing with bird activity. The Yellow-billed Babblers were really coming in strong

The Chief

The Porqupine Stood in the middle of the road, Quills pointed in defence mode, He was going to write a novel, With my blood And his hundred quills. The twilight twisted slowly into night, And I stepped back Out of respect For he looked like a native American chief With his white and black spears 

Coconut Tree.

The cyclone ravaged the city

With raging recklessness,