There is a new voice emerging from the South Indian literature space that needs to be listened to. Like the rain, in his debut novel ' Chronicle of an hour and a half', Shaharu Nusaiba Kannanari relentlessly pours out a story with conviction of a heavy rainfall that makes anyone to stop dead on their tracks. His narration is solid, his prose flows with such poignance that it creates extraordinary visual images that last long after reading it. The philosophy that he carries through his characters shatters the conventional storytelling. 'Chronicle of an hour and half ' is a must read; Shahuru's voice demands to be heard.
“In the yellow street lights, to the cool breeze of a full moon night, a flower floated towards us. Nila grasped it in between her fingers, offered it to me, and asked, ‘Its name is Frangipanni, whenever you see this, will you think of me?” Thus wrote Kaber Vasuki in his song ‘Frangipanni’, about a girl named Nila. She is a beacon of hope that sheds light on the souls lost in life's chaos. She isn’t so pure as it might seem, or is there any human being that has ever been devoid of any impurities? But her presence was soothing for those who had the grace of knowing her. Nila is someone who giggles when the night’s cold breeze wafts the thick smell of Jasmine flowers along with it; she is someone who packs her bag and leaves for Calcutta because, why not? She is someone whom you will wish to know, to have that shed of light to reach upon you, when described by such a songwriter as Kaber Vasuki. That is why, when her death flows in like a poem in this song, I felt my heart yearning ...
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