WHILE I AM NOT O. HENRY...
Pic.: Azriel D'Souza A fter our Lonavala Tai Chi camp, we were meeting at our Tai Chi class, today… yes, exactly after one week. When Kannan saw me, he came and charged me with his exuberance… “What a beautiful book, Gerry,” he complimented me for the new book I had released during our camp, “Frankly, I didn’t expect it to be so beautiful!” Well, I was flattered; but, I tried my level best to keep me planted firmly on earth… “Thank you so much, Kannan sir,” I said clothing me in my shyness, “It will help me to keep writing.” “Your writings remind me of O. Henry’s,” Kannan continued. “Have you read any of O. Henry’s short stories?” “Yes sir,” I said, “We had ‘Gift of the Magi’ in our English text book when we were in eleventh standard… It is one of my favorites… Beautiful!” “You know what Gerry,” Kannan went on, “O. Henry’s stories were JRD’s favorites, too. JRD had declared, that education was incomplete if one did not delve into to O. Hen...