The only place that is at an elevated position is the temple, and here too, the God stands neck-deep in water. Thus begins the haunting short story ‘Vellapokkathil’ penned by Thakazhi Shiva Shankara Pillai based.
As noon approached, Madhavan and his friend carried the cooked ragi in a white sack from the kitchen to the dining hall and dropped them on the table. He then took a portion of the.
Dressed in all black and carrying a matching bag on her shoulder, Jilumol walked confidently towards her car, parked under the shade of a tree. Using her leg, she opened the door and put her.
The narrow ghat road after Killimangalam UP School at Chelakkara in Thrissur leads to a small handicraft unit, where eight women painstakingly work on their handlooms, weaving wild grass into exquisite mats. Behind them stocks.
At a weavers society building in Chendamangalam, as the creak and the thud of the loom resounded around her, Saritha N A gently pressed the lever with her legs while with her right hand she.