Tharavad Stories

Posted: September 24, 2013 in Uncategorized

Those termite eaten eaves whisper stories about relationships with their lotus bonds in a distant time. Rusted thoughts and dreams silently meander through those corridors. In its wake hope rekindles like a lamp lit at twilight by the beauteous women with silver anklets and jasmine blooms adorning her wet tresses; as she walks around the corridors towards the threshold whispering ‘Deepam’ Deepam‘ . Tapestries hung from the walls – a witness to irate words flung across, as the clan went down in history succumbing to power, greed and lust. The walls remain as mute testimony to grandeur that once was …
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