By Adarsh Madhavan Some of us are just pseudo animal (read dogs) lovers (read hypocrites). Like me, for instance.I love animals.And I like chicken.Curry. Roast. Fry. Biriyani. Shame on you!Yes, shame on me, but I am with this diet since decades....
By Adarsh Madhavan In the dead of night, I hear the message that a lone owl sends. Not a Whatsapp message that goes ting at the receiver’s end.But a hoot.An ominous cry, as they say.I care a hoot.But, my mother, who is afraid of so many things, also counts the owl as...
By Adarsh madhavanSometimes he sits just outside the Pillayar Kovil. All hunched up and done, actually, a bag of bones in rags but with matted locks that Bob Marley fans would envy. He sits there only when he is totally dry and hasn’t had anything to eat at all. And...
By Adarsh Madhavan Most of the Whatsapp groups to which I am involuntarily party to are dominated by the fervour over the US elections. Before the declaration, it was who will win, Biden or Trump or Trump or Biden and what have you. Maybe, by this time, a winner would...
“Hello, oru cheriyyyoruu sahayam venamayirunnu…” Just need a small help… he said in Malayalam, overstressing on the ‘small’. But, since I had already seen this short, thin man in padded-up shirts hesitatingly approach someone who went before me on the busy street near...