This is short story written by former indian priminister PV Narasimha Rao. Golla Ramavva, reflects the conditions in Telangana under Nizam rule during Telangana armed strugle.
This is from book Telangana : The state of affairs by Bharath Bhushan and Venugopal. Due to copywrites, the whole story is not published here.
This is short story written by former indian priminister PV Narasimha Rao. Golla Ramavva, reflects the conditions in Telangana under Nizam rule during Telangana armed strugle.
This is from book Telangana : The state of affairs by Bharath Bhushan and Venugopal. Due to copywrites, the whole story is not published here.
This is short story written by former indian priminister PV Narasimha Rao. Golla Ramavva, reflects the conditions in Telangana under Nizam rule during Telangana armed strugle.
This is from book Telangana : The state of affairs by Bharath Bhushan and Venugopal. Due to copywrites, the whole story is not published here.
Golla Ramayva
PY Narasimha Rao
(Translated by M Bharath Bhushan)
Boom ... Boom ... Boom! Explosions shattered the quiet of the ni
‘The deafening sound pierced through the all enveloj
rs. The village, which had been in deep slumber, was shake
ter of moments. Minds ded wil
fathom what had happened, but were overcome
fear and restlessness and anguish.
‘The air was shrill with the screeching of birds as they flew everywhet
flapping their wings wildly. From the fringes of the
then had been calmly chewit
the sound of their hooves renting the air. So much commotion and
the streets remained empty of humans. Perhaps the hands that rushed.
the door latches held back in sheer dread of whatever awaited outsi
‘The collective scream of the village d
wisdom had dawned on the human
jdde dwellings contained whispers and mute sign:
Jooks and silent prayers. Mothers chanted the Sree Rama Raksha!
bottu, anklets rubbed against each other on their motionless feet.
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1 was a catastrophe with an aura of mystery. It was a mom
stretched to an eternity of anxiety. Death lurked but remained in
‘An hour passed. A dense sheet of darkness enveloped the
rroundings
ing seemed
to be returning to normal except that sleep had fled the village boundary.
in the darkness of her hut, the tremor of her aged
y fear. An adolescent had her head in the old woman's
that is happening in the world?”
‘The girl dared not speak again but the old woman c
upon us. How wi
brought with their guns.
Both women were lost in their own thous!
seventy plus Ramamma and in her lap
to have forgotten all about sleep.
in the ensuing silence. The
pubescent Mallamma seemed
Suddenly there was a knock at the window ... it was rather an apology
‘The wood planks that covered it were half-eaten by
ates of the hut were atthe sound they heard,
breath straining to sense
side of the window. They hoped
ned when the sound was repeated
meone was knocking on the window.
ly not the cat.
What were they to do now? They had no idea.
‘The knock was repeated a third time, louder and more insistent,