It was not a worn irregular edge of silk saree, but a sleeping horizontal hill, stitching the embroidery to the clear sky as twelve-year-old boy Jo watched it daily from his apartment balcony. After three months of heavy rain, the hill was visible from apartment. The hill with historical significance for Roman Catholic church, a sacred place associated with St. Thomas, the pilgrim centre, known as Malayatoor hill. The moment Jo thought about travelling there, Jo felt the astonishment too. It took three long years after living in the same apartment to take a decision to visit a place that was at a stone’s throw away from us. Finally, it happened on that Sunday afternoon at 3:30 PM. He felt parents were looking for excuses for not visiting a place which they have seen umpteen times during their childhood. Every time they speak about it, his dad says “I am not quite sure if St. Thomas landed really in Kerala. Even Pope is not sure; historical evidences have certain mismatches.” In the s...
My initial drafts for magazines.