Issues in India, Mood, Ooty, People

Phone call during a lockdown

At a time when the nation was undergoing several problems resulting from certain unavoidable circumstances, I found myself in a position worth accepting or rather looking the other way… Ya, the person who used to be one of my best friends contacted me over the phone and kept on talking about the good old days and woke me up from my lazy mood, and off we went; you can imagine…

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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