by Arjun Rajendran | Apr 1, 2016 | Poetry
The Epilogue of Flight 714 Arjun Rajendran Rastapopulous, for all his bonda nose, wasn’t clairvoyant. Or he’d have seen it coming, the silvery bindi hovering above the island in Flight 714, the portal it opened just outside Coimbatore, flattening acres of coconut...
