By: Prathap Kamath Everyday my window opens into a little patch of paddy laid to waste. Some later owner had grown coconut trees there. All of them turned out to be barren with mournful, drooping, long, yellowish green leaves. They all…

By: Maya Unnikrishnan She waited for him. He was coming home after 25 years. She has changed, not the woman he brought home .She had that unsure gait in his presence, as though wanting to be there yet uncertain. He…