Aye auto!

Aye auto!

  By Adarsh Madhavan I didn’t have to wave him down, clap or shout. Before I even thought that I would need transport, the moment I stepped out my brother’s home in Kannur during the recent lockdown allowance period, than the auto appeared before me. The auto...

‘O Teacher, My Teacher!’

By Adarsh Madhavan “Prasiechi (my dear cousin) — not well,” my sister (from India) had WhatsApped me (a year or so back). She was admitted to a hospital in Mangalore, she added. A few weeks ago, prior to this message, I had been thinking of making a...

Your trash could be my treasure

By Adarsh Madhavan Bobby (*) pulled at his leash and headed into an unlit corner of the road near my home one night, recently. I usually jump, leap and somersault from one dark spot to another when taking my doggie out for a walk in the evenings/nighttimes. You never...