Voice of the hounding shadow - Wind through Black-Palm 1
Chapter 1 “ The palm trees stand rooting in the ground firmly, keeping a stiff upper head over the sky, as if a toiled, blackish, solidified, effete human body. Vengeance filled moanings emitted forever from those tall structures. Like a palm tree climber the palm trees do not communicate much. On rare occasions, they turn maniac, that too resembling a liquor guzzled up palm tree climber. Lashing out their head, they violently tremble and howl. The lower trunk would appear firm like a base of stone tower during those wild moments. If you happen to touch the base, when the wild storm passes through its head, you would feel a mild tremor in your hands. I imagine what would happen one day if they decided to express their hardships through a medium of language with the same intensity. If you look down from the top of the pavala hills, you would notice these palmtree heads filled up till the horizon. These scattered palm trees would get a chance to coalesce together and march ahead in un...