one of my earliest recollection is that of a bearded man with a straw hat. he is on a horse-cart with a bunch of children. the hooves of the horse are deafening as it plods across the stone-cobbled streets. with each turn of the wooden wheel, the man is more excited; the horse increases its speed and the children keep up the tempo.
i carried this image with me for a long time. over the years i became sure it was a movie scene because there was no possibility that i could be one of the children on the cart nor of me starting to see dreams at the age of three or four.
finally i came to realise that it was a malayalam (the famous palindromic longest-word language of God's Own Country) movie released in 1986. i had sat on my amma's lap and watched the movie. thats how the bug stung me.
even today, when i sat in the dark for two-three hours and unfurl a story in front of me, i continue to get stung. i laugh at their antics, i feel sad at their frustrations, i get excited when the gun bursts and i cringe when the dinosaur roars.
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