Yellow Lights of Death

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WE DIDN’T HAVE to ask for directions at Udayamperoor; the descriptions in Andrapper’s book were detailed and accurate enough. There were scores of churches along the right side of the road. The oldest one among them had a board that said, ‘Oh, Gervasiuses and Protasius Kandeesangals, please pray for us.’ Next to it stood an antique stone cross guarded by figurines of a winged lion, a vulture, a bull and a man. Half a furlong ahead, on the left, was Kochuparu Stores, where we halted for some refreshing lemonade. Nearby was a large ground with the Nadakkavu Bhagavati temple at the centre. We took the road that forked towards the right and headed east. It was there that a dog ran across in front of our vehicle. A few minutes later, I saw tall brick walls that reminded me of a heavily guarded prison.

‘We have reached,’ I said. My voice betrayed my apprehension.

Anil slowed down the car and stopped on the unpaved sidewalk.

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