Tryst with Cyclophobia
Friday, February 26th, 2010“Aagya Baitan, Telya Masaan, Jantar ki Khopdi, Bhaisasur!”
This deep, throaty, ominous sounding chant rents the chilly evening air on the patio of our sprawling farmhouse. With still, undisturbed eyes like poached eggs, the twenty and odd, mix of gurgling tots and chatty adults watch the enthralling performer in rapt attention. It’s Daddy, at his elemental [...]

