Voice of a hounding shadow - Breath from the Burial
Breath from the Burial Chapter 1 After Midnight, in a sudden moment , Arunachalam slided into sleep. The slumber gently approaching him, shrouded him completely. Narayanan was talking on the phone. He got up and yawned. The spooky sound of his chair screeching on the floor penetrated the layers of Arunachalam’s slumber. The office was sounding steadily as dayful of jumbled sounds settled down. Movie songs from auditorium made a mild impact on his abdomen. Ambrose peeking out from the door “ Comade, Theerthamalai from Madras, on his way” “When?” asked Arunachalam. He was unable to think clearly due to the enshrouded sleep layer. “ He is here. He has already arrived,” Arunchanalam in an effort to arrange him, shook himself out from sleep. He realised there was no plan for him to arrive such early. He was supposed to arrive tomorrow, even as a visitor. By wearing a beaming face, Theerthamalai entered and greeted Arunachalam warmly. His dusk face consisted of idiosyncratic st