There is a specific sound that defines nostalgia. For the elders of the Malabar coast, it isn’t the strum of a guitar or the hum of a machine. It is the scratch-scratch of an iron nib dragging across a dried palm leaf. That sound is the heartbeat of .
There is a specific sound that defines nostalgia. For the elders of the Malabar coast, it isn’t the strum of a guitar or the hum of a machine. It is the scratch-scratch of an iron nib dragging across a dried palm leaf. That sound is the heartbeat of .