During my last visit home, I was astonished to learn that my childhood friend Ganga, who had returned to the village ten years ago on his retirement from service in a faraway place, had left for that place again with his wife. She, with a different mother tongue, was residing near his office but had learnt his language after their wedding. She had willingly moved to his village in Kerala with him. All believed she would breathe her last there.
No one knew how the call of her native land became suddenly strong, and he went with her without hesitation.
No one knew how the call of her native land became suddenly strong, and he went with her without hesitation.
