SLICES OF THE MOON SWEPT BY THE WIND

<p>Description</p><p>'I am not like others. I know that. But I do eat like others. And sleep like them. I also cry...But</p><p>I will not tell you how I look. It's for you to imagine any which way you want to. Whatever your</p><p>imagination is I look worse than that.'</p><p>So says the little boy who is writing this story an intelligent sensitive mind trapped</p><p>in a tragically misshapen body. He writes about the world outside seen from the</p><p>window of his room: a Muharram procession in which a man with green eyes turns</p><p>to smile at him; birds that perch on the windowsill like friends; boys who call him</p><p>'monkey' and hold out peanuts... And he writes about the world inside: Appa who</p><p>harbours a dream that his son will one day go to school even as he battles his demons</p><p>at night; Doddakka his elder sister who could never get married; Sannakka his</p><p>middle sister who will only accept a suitor who accepts her little brother; Amma</p><p>who sells her gold to pay her husband's debts; Hosakka whom he had given up for</p><p>dead till she mysteriously reappeared; Anna his elder brother who defies his father's</p><p>wrath to forge a perilous path... Only Tangi his baby sister brings some light into</p><p>the house with her smile.</p><p>In a dysfunctional universe it begins to seem that the only 'normal' person is the boy</p><p>wise beyond his years.</p><p>First published in Kannada Slices of the Moon is an immensely moving glimpse into the</p><p>mind and heart of a special child. </p>