
As the rains began to beat their tempo upon our roof, we gathered in appa’s rest room – always smelling of warm cheroot and coffee. Appa would like on his easy-chair reading his Ananda Vikadan, while my brother Rajadurai, would … Continue reading
As the rains began to beat their tempo upon our roof, we gathered in appa’s rest room – always smelling of warm cheroot and coffee. Appa would like on his easy-chair reading his Ananda Vikadan, while my brother Rajadurai, would … Continue reading