The Goddess

  Swamy stared at it, mouth wide open, unable to utter a sound. He then put it down with great care and lovingly dusted off the soil with his towel Finally finding his voice, he shouted ‘Muthu, Seenu, Velu, Parvathy drop your axes and come here! Look at what I have dug up!’ The crowd…

Of Glaring Pigs and Slithering Snakes

Barely a week after moving to Hong Kong in 1996, I ventured through the unfamiliar territory of North Point wet market to buy fresh fruits and vegetables. As I entered Java road, all I saw were rows of meat stalls, chunks of meat of varying size and shape hanging on hooks. I walked with vigilance,…