Keraleeyam, Or Narcissus Laughing
This evening I walked in the gaudily-lit main streets of Thiruvananthapuram among the crowds gaping at the show that is on, under the name of Keraleeyam or the Essence of Kerala. Not everyone is impressed. The auto-rickshaw driver, a longtime CPM loyalist, said that it was like emptying the granary leaving no seed to sow. … Continue reading Keraleeyam, Or Narcissus Laughing →