Malabar Diaries: Cosmpolitanism, capitalism and communism

In this communist-ruled land where few try to hide their enormous wealth, there seems to be some kind of unwritten social contract that keeps the peace.

The steep road that leads to a friend’s mansion that overlooks rows of coconut-tree laced hills is lined with the all-too familiar hammer and sickles. Looking at the large and beautiful houses with sprawling lawns and gardens and expensive cars, one would be forgiven for not believing that this is communist-voting neighbourhood. How do those who support…