O WIND ! O SEA !
Like the kindi,absently left in the portico,was stolen during night,a hill on the paddy fieldsdisappeared before dawn. Where all they searched,the rain and the sun! On the flank of a hillthat survives yetis my home.Now all hillsgo for roadworks,patting to sleepthe wailing homes. Panthalam hill, Poothra hillPuliyaara hill, Para hillCholaContinue Reading




















