Prakash made his presence felt. Whether it was in a classroom, on a cricket field, on a quiz stage, at a reunion with friends, or really just anywhere. He had that presence. A booming voice, sparkling wit, and an infectious laugh. My earliest memories of Prakash are from Sophia’s. He stood out with his mop of curly hair. He was…
My childhood was genuinely happy and for the most part carefree. I must admit though that a tyrant cast his shadow on my days throughout my school days. This tyrant was the “Bangalore Transport Service” or “BTS” as it was known then. Maybe “tyrant” is an exaggeration but I felt that my time was fettered and my life was ruled…