Nerthi

Years back on an eve of New Year while we lived in the beautiful bays of Besant Nagar, I took a stroll to a nearby shop to buy a gift for my friend who had been too special to me in many ways. I have known her for quite some years but we never verbally talked while we have interacted tons and tons of times with just glances, smiles and actions. Yes, she was born Mute.

We lived in a quarters and during those days people who ask for alms were commonly seen everywhere and...