Notes from the diary of an Indian in England
In the Kerala of my childhood, before my people succumbed to the invasion of ‘cafes’, ‘restaurants’ and ‘bistros’ selling everything from bel puri to kebabs to malayalified Chinese, we of the old ate at chayakkadas (tea shops).
As the first rays of the sun break through the eastern sky, Arjuna surveys the battle formation Drona has arranged to protect Jayadratha.
And I travelled 4,000 miles, over land and sea and river and forest to the land of my birth, the land blessed by the Virile Yogi, the brahmachari, the karmachari.
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