Reverse- A story unlike ever before
My readers.. the past month was one filled with happy moments every single morning (Of course it will be, it is my well-earned vacation after 1.5 years) the sound of chirping birds, the sound of raindrops falling on the aquiline leaves in no particular rhythm, the sound of Amma softly chanting from the endless weary books of shlokas and to top it all from the floor above I can hear the strains of radio which means Achan is in the midst of his fluid yoga moves– all this happens while I sit on the red granite porch sipping Amma’s special tea. I stare at the huge sprawling sapota tree that has its roots embedded since time immemorial in the heart of our ancestral property- “ Amma, how many years has this tree been bearing fruit? No branch has fallen until now, no fruit any less sweet for the denizens of this property (I say denizens because we live peacefully with gorgeous civet cats, mongoose, cats, sometimes peacocks, etc). She answers – “ Oh! but there is an ancient story t...