Outside, the night lay inebriated with its vastness. The wind was on the palms of Khasak. Beyond the reaches of the village late wayfarers waved their fibre torches, pulses of flame and ember. Like stricken spaceships signalling distress with their incandescent antennae, they continued their desolate journey.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Saturday, December 20, 2008
The Legends Of Khasak - pg. 95
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The Legends Of Khasak - pg. 84
Madhavan Nair was remembering his Guru. In the village of Mannoor an unlettered knife-smith went blind. He sat listening to the grind of the honing stone as his apprenntice fashioned the knives. The blind one listened to the great dark; people came to him, scores of them, with their afflictions. He discooursed on texts he had never seen, and told his devotees to go back to their homes and see beyond the delusion of seeing ...
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Monday, December 15, 2008
The Legends of Khasak - pg. 42
The mullah stepped out of the mosque, leaning on his stick. His way home lay past the school. He crossed the yard and paused awhile at the gate of the mosque. He thought of the stranger in the seedling house with sympathy and love. Innocent wayfarer, what bondof karma brings you here?Then the lamp in the seedling house went out
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Thursday, December 11, 2008
The Legends of Khasak - Opening
I Search of the SaraiWhen the bus came to its final halt in Koomankavu, the place did not seem unfamiliar to Ravi.First published in Malayalam by Current Books 1969First published in English by Penguin Books India 1994Copyrigt O. V. Vijayan 1991, 1994All rights reservedThis is a work fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.Typeset in Palatino by Digital Technologies and Printing Solutions, New DelhiPrinted at Presstechlitho Pvt. Ltd, New DelhiFor my fatherThis book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser and witout limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above mentioned publisher of this book.
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