Tirunelveli
Everlasting Pride…… My cousin and I were on a trip to Tirunelveli on a purpose. It was summer; the scorching heat was quite unbearable. We had to wait until noon to get our work done. Hence we had to look for a shady place to rest for a while. We seated ourselves on a cement platform, under a Neem tree, in front of a house. Of course there were so many houses lined up in the area. After a while, a man came in a scooter and alighted to enter into his house. He gave us a sinister look as if we were there to loot his house. He disappeared into his house, locking his gate tightly behind him. I told my cousin that even our land has lost its kindness and hospitality towards strangers over the years. We were sharing our nostalgia of good old days where love centered human life and money was only part of it. Suddenly, I heard opening of the gate from another house, and a frail old lady clad in blue cotton saree, with sunken face came towards us. She asked with a