April 2013



The Water Master

He was a man who had always smoked bundles of beedis while working the land. Krishnasamy would irrigate our fields without a word, pausing only to enjoy his smokes. When he was hungry, he would pinch windfall coconuts, chop them in two, and eat the moist insides on the sly....


Vellaikaara! Vellaikaara!

Vellaikaraa! Vellaikaraa! When will we ever hear the end of vellaikaran? Hardly a day goes by without somebody calling me ‘white man’. Even the clinic where I work is referred to as ‘Vellaikaran Hospital’ because two of us are vellaikara doctors. I’ve gone...


It is Hot in Betweenpatti

It is hot in Betweenpatti. It’s hot even in the cool of the morning when we do our yoga on the roof before the ball of fire rises and the milkman’s bicycle loaded with milk cans clatters down our drive. Our cows spray scalding urine on the green-barked silk cotton trees that...