Published at Monday, April 15th, 2019 - 11:37:13 AM. Farm House. By Abby Sanchez.
He was quite strong but not used to such work, I could see. In the night, he slept in the open veranda in the south side of the house. Next day and the next, this routine followed. I did not give him his wages, but noted it in my accounts book. After a week, I asked: do you wish to continue or, you want to go? He said he wanted to stay. I told him he is entitled for one hundred and fifty rupees as wages and his food shall be free. He did not say anything.
My wife had gone inside the Vadakkunnatha temple of lord Shiva in the centre of the town, originally called Thrissivaperur. The Englishmen called it Trichur, for convenience. I dont think there is a town, more lovely than my Trichur, majestically rising above the surrounding land, for miles, and Shiva overseeing the area like a sentinel. The temple with its massive walls and the spacious ground beyond, is surrounded by the ring of shops, similar to the man- made Connaught circle in New Delhi.
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