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Mohanan was a hard working farmer. He worked in his paddy fields and in the twenty cents of land around his house from dawn to dusk in order to provide for his family. He never took liquor and never smoked a cigarette. But he smoked at least forty beedies every day. There was always a burning beedi between his lips, except while he was sleeping or eating or bathing. It was something peculiar. Especially because, his father or other close relatives never smoked a beedi, although one or two of…

That evening too, she set off for the beach as usual, although somewhere in her mind there was a protest. Someone was advising her not to go and to terminate the intimacy with Aravind from developing into something, for which she may have to repent in future. And although she had no idea of what was going to happen that evening, she had a hitherto unknown premonition that something untoward was about to happen. Yet, a freakish force, like black magic, pushed her forward. ‘Why should I cut off all…