The forgotten differences, the caste differences, which the girls hardly consider as a barrier to interact with each other, has made its presence felt in her granny’s voice.
Chinnamma wakes up. After finishing the routine chore of drawing kolam in front of the house she proceeds to make food for her family. Food just means food. It doesn’t mean breakfast. It doesn’t mean lunch. It doesn’t even mean brunch. When there is a difficult choice to make about which meal to skip, food is just food.
After the death of his parents, Rakesh was living the life of a dead person. A life like a machine, Rakesh had been working just to feed his stomach. On seeing Meena, a girl in a similar situation, living life to the fullest, Rakesh gets a new outlook to life.
One whole edition of Outlook Travller was dedicated to Rakesh's stories of this trip. His writings were so good that even the chief editor could not edit one single word from any of his articles. They were appreciated all around the country. Rakesh's photographs won various awards and laurels- Rakesh was famous. But it was too late for him to see it all. Life was such an irony for Rakesh Mukherjee.
Read on as our Senior Editor Shruthi Venukumar expresses her grief on the growing trend of honour killing in India. A touching poem.
They, as a matter of fact, all Palestinians deserve to dream. They deserve a life without misery, without suffering, without this half century long ongoing genocide.