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The school for which Ramlal worked was a small primary school. Some called him ‘Grandpa’. Some called him ‘police’, but for the rest of the school, he was their school watchman. The children were very fond of him and he loved them all, particularly the crying ones who didn’t want to come to school. He consoled them better with his sweets than with his words. The headmaster, parents of the school children, visitors to the school were all very pleased with Ramlal’s love for children. “Grandpa, give me a sweet”,…

The boat was almost filled to its full capacity. Among the people in it were vendors carrying their wares to the market, a marriage party; all going across the river. “It’s enough, there’s no more place”, the boatman cried, “I’ll take you across in the next trip”. The boatman sank the oars and the boat started moving. There was a lot of laughing and shouting as the boat passed over the glistening waters. The boatman hummed a tune as he worked on the oars, when he saw an old women…

The teashop was ideally situated along the road across Kaddachery village. Actually it was a little too big for a teashop, but then its owner Kunjan Nair lived in it. Its mud walls, thatched roof and the small signboard, everything looked as if it had been that way for a very long time. From early dawn to late night, Kunjan Nair had his shop open and served customers. It was occasionally crowded, particularly in the mornings and evenings with more people traveling on road. Discussions, spreading rumors or casual chat;…

It was another hot day and business as usual for Nagarajan, a rag picking boy. With a torn short and a gunny sack on his back, he wandered aimlessly, picking up every paper bit along the street. He reached a garbage tank and was soon working on it, when he heard his favorite film song on the radio, from a nearby house. Listening to the song he picked up every required scrap. The next song too was his favorite, and he decided to rest a while. “It’s time for lunch”…

Sankaran Pillai wanted money for his regular horse betting, but had no way of getting it. His only option was to pledge his daughter Lakshmi’s gold chain. Lakshmi’s marriage was only two months away. When she was six she had happily given her anklets, but now it was different. Sankaran Pillai was not in a good mood. He didn’t have money for his horse betting. It was only the previous day that he had been sacked from his job for some repeated irregularity. If not for this, he would have…

“Sorry Muniyandi, its time for you to take your drums, your grandson is dead”, the doctor told Muniyandi as he prepared to leave. Very soon there was a big gathering at Muniyandi’s place. Muniyandi’s wife was uncontrollable, “Get up Pachiappa, get up, see your grandma, get up”. People were crying and the children, particularly Pachiappa’s friends were screaming for him. Their shouts and cries were sufficient to paint the house in a gloomy shade. If only malaria had not struck him or if only he had been immune to this…