Malabar Spring: An ode to yesteryear

It's incredibly difficult not to be overcome by nostalgia and a sense of yearning for the years that have gone by and people who are no longer with us.

Crossing a busy intersection in Calicut, I often see a sign showing me the distance to Palakkad, a flood of emotions run through me. Is this the Palakkad of O. V. Vijayan’s classic Legends of Kasak? That beautiful piece of earth from where you can see a train move on the Western Ghats like a bejewelled serpent? Is it the home of my ancestors? I think of…