Like a passenger train that stops at every station, I had to stop here and there on the steep road to make my evening walk less tiresome but at the same time I wanted to make it appear that I was enjoying every step and looked around as if I was immersed in the beauty of the nature though all I could see were some old houses and grazing grounds. I don’t know what prompted me to take this road instead of the well accustomed road below. Anyway, I decided to return home after the next ‘stop’ but things are not what they seem!. The next ‘stop’ took me to a wonderful ‘world’. The race course was in full view. Even if one goes close to the race course, one would not get a clear view of the ground!. Then, as I looked around, I felt as if I was in a spot where a Wordsworth or a Keats or our own Toru Dutt would draw inspiration for their poems!
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. View all posts by P U Krishnan