
In the final days of his life, Ramayya was thinking of the events in his life. It felt like they had happened just yesterday or the day before. Exactly thirty years back, he had come to this town wearing a…
Gangayya woke up early in the morning, took bath, put on ash patches on his body, the kumkum dot on his forehead, picked the machete and stepped outside into the street. He was facing the only problem—must earn the day’s…