KUTUMBA RAO 229
Rambadran, nicknamed Raccoon, was a new person in my life. He
saw me and curled his upper lip with distaste. He saw Lord Brahma's
arrow and curled his lip again.
"There are no openings anywhere." He curled his lip. "This letter
was written so long ago! What were you doing all these years?" While
curling his lip he lifted the telephone and dialed a number and spoke
with someone. Then he dialed another number and spoke with someone
else, again curling his lip.
"Give me your address before you go," he said.
At this rate, the only thing in their files would be my address. But
what did I have
to
lose? I gave him the address and left.
That's it. After that, nothing happened. May I take your leave?
Translated from the Telugu
by
Rishi Reddi
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