Shruthi Rao’s story is about a day in the life of Ishwar Prasad, a professor teaching at a college with students, whose intelligence, according to him, leaves a lot to be desired.
This story is Shruthi Rao’s re-imagining of the last moments of the composer Vidwan Mysore Vasudevachar (1865-1961) who asked his grandson Vidwan S Krishnamurthy (1922-2015) to play the tamboori/tanpura for him.
The first monsoon shower is perhaps the most eagerly anticipated natural event of the year. It brings with it joy, excitement, the soaring of spirits and the plummeting of temperatures. It is just the right occasion for some familial love and bonding, as this flash fiction by Shruthi Rao demonstrates.
Bangalore, to Shruthi Rao, is an individual in her own right. She’s known her for decades and loves her even now as much as she did then, in spite of what Bangalore has now become. This passage is an attempt to understand why.