Articles by: Mini Babu

The Return

The Return

The fervour of coming back, and the inbuilt resilience of the exiles, to mould from the debris, that was whatever, that forced us back ahead the end of war.   Even the coming back to a defeated homeland was enthralling, we built tall dreams en route, clinging to mirages, as though, nothing came about, and sought ways to wipe out[Read More…]

by 01/05/2022 Comments are Disabled Arts/Literature
We Had But Only Grandfathers

We Had But Only Grandfathers

That was at what time, our mother said, “we were working out on a journey with friends and relatives.” We were joyful. We departed by picking lonesome paths, that carried eerie charge. I was but eight.   Mother said, people walked all the way through wars. It was in contrast to whatever we conceived it to be. We did not[Read More…]

by 04/03/2022 Comments are Disabled Arts/Literature