Of filter kaappi and maakkolams, of pookalams and kaineettams, of madisar and settumundu, of mangaacurry and mysorepak, of books and words, of pens and colours, of steps and rhythm...
To the good at heart, I offer a feast ;
Mess with me, and I'll be a beast :-D
His master had taught him to use the xiphoid weapon for the kill.
"You must hold it like this for the best effect, taking care of your grip",he had said , demonstrating with the knife.
And now, he had done it exactly that way.
There was no one in the vicinity.
There wasn’t even a muffled scream, when the knife pierced through the life ; just the agony ,that oozed out lifelessly.
He moved towards his isolated room, his strides confident.
Carefully, he adjusted the slice of the wood under the microscope, to study the xylem tissue for his botany practicals. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Images : Google