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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Monday, January 19, 2009. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 11. I hardly slept that night. Kannan’s anger and his violent outburst kept flashing in front of my eyes. In the morning as I had breakfast, i heard ammamma and mother discussing about Kannan’s behaviour yesterday night. 8216;It must be hereditary’ my mom said. 8216;His father was like this too. He used to get violent without any reason’ ammamma said. 8217; ammamma said.

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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Thursday, May 08, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 10. 8216;Wow, you mean all shops would be shut tomorrow. A holiday? 8216;Yes, you can say that. Its a holiday! At the panchayat there was a lot of noise. There were many people gathered together, almost everyone in white shirts and white mundu’s sitting on the platform under the banyan tree. A mike was hoisted on it and grey bhopu speakers tied on bamboo poles...8216;Go bac...

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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 7. As the lights outside the window dimmed, my heartbeats got louder. So loud, I did not even hear the thump on the door. 8217; I shook my head to say no. She then pulled me along to the courtyard where my ammamma was waiting. Reluctantly , I held ammamma’s hand and started walking along her side. 8216;Aha, It is you, Parvathy. Did you loose your way to this house?

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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Sunday, January 27, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 6. As I calmed, things came back to normal. My ears cooled down, and my heartbeats sank into silence. I turned to look at Kannan who was staring at me. 8216;Where did you disappear’ Kannan asked me completely furious ‘I was scared.’. 8216;Did you see him? 8216;Who is that? 8216;It is Namboodiripad’s youngest son. He is mad. He bites everyone he sees.&#82...8216;Namboodiri...

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