Hi friends…a bit from Yakshi, which was published by Litro Online…
Unni turned to look at her and immediately regretted it. She stood there like someone had etched her in air. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The yakshi chuckled, her breath falling around him like autumn leaves. Unni realised that she could see into his heart. “I still guard this village, Thirumeni. There is no other goddess.”
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To rain or not to rain — that’s the question!
A scoop each to beat the heat!
— at Yew Tee, Singapore
The jackfruit belongs to Vishu, the Malayalee New Year. Strong-smelling and sweet, it’s tough to cut up but the struggle is always worthwhile.