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Books of the hour

The winter in this hill station has a deceptive look. It is bright and sunny all through the day and yet it is bone-chilly even if you protect yourself with warm cloths. The only remedy is to make yourself active. As usual, I went out for a brisk walk and returned home at lunch time.

As soon as I finished my lunch, I went to bed, newspaper in hand and soon I fell asleep. It was a sort of cat-nap and, as usual, I was craving for a cup of coffee as soon as I woke up.

It is quite interesting to read something over a cup of coffee after siesta but I make sure not to read the sleep-inducing newspapers at such time. So, I pickup some books or some old journals from the bookshelf and settle down on my bed to commence what I call ‘the random reading’ on this day, it was a book which seemed to be standing in a long queue for my blessings.!

“Eureka, Eureka”, I said to myself when I opened the book. It was a gift from an up-and-coming singer in our family. The book is about the story of the vital materials required for building short stories, novels, poems and a host of such things. Incidentally, the first thing that captured my attention was the name of popular fruit… If I narrate its origin you will be reluctant to eat that fruit!

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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