That new Odyssey film, they say it is about a man trying to return home—but my own journey these days is just from the shop to the bus stand, carrying a packet of chaya. The epic stories are all about sons finding their way back, no? My mone in Ernakulam sends a video call on Sundays, and I think the real odyssey is a father learning to watch his son’s life on a small screen. Let the big studios make their grand versions; I will trust the old Malayalam song that goes, "Oru naalum njan marakilla" — I have seen enough promises come and go in the dust next to a puncture kit.
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