Priti Talkies

Photo credits @Priti Singh My father always told me that there were two kinds of people in the world - the ones who overlooked every malady, every mystery, every mirth. People whose life graphs rarely fluctuated with the quotidian rhythm of human existence. And then there were others who looked beyond the physical response of the optic nerves, people who saw a meaning to everything even slightly more than mundane and sought answers to the many mysteries of life. As far as I was concerned, there was never a doubt about my typification. A string of broken toys and gadgets bore testimony to this inquisitive trait which had a habit of resurfacing every now and then.  After living for three long years on the mellifluous islands of Andaman and Nicobar, surrounded by the ubiquitous coconut tree, I knew this was bound to happen again. Daily consumption of freshly plucked coconuts with mouth-watering kernel and the purest form of liquid available to man somehow seemed no longer enough t