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A reader writes to aksharajaalakam./ഒരു വായനക്കാരന്‍ എം.കെ ഹരികുമാറിന്‌ എഴുതുന്നു.

Dear Shri MK,

My name is K R C Pillai. Living outside Kerala for more than 25 years. Presently in Mumbai. Working with the National Dairy Development Board. I do write in Malayalam under the pseudonym Kunnamthanam Ramachandran, not in a prolific manner (once in a while one story, about which none talks and it automatically goes into oblivion).

I write this mail to convey my happiness to read your Aksharajaalakam in Kalakaumudi. At the age of 19, someone in my village (it's near Tiruvalla), told me to read Malayalanadu weekly. That's why Prof. M Krishnan Nair came into me and since then Sahitya Varabhalam became a part of my reading material, week after week, year after year. Ha! What a personality he was! What a presenter he was! How he made opinions about the writings around him! How he bruised the worthless ones with the mower he rode on them mercilessly! And, numerous ones tried to emulate his writings, and all failed, miserably. But, dear Shri M K, your coloum…

A reader writes to aksharajaalakam./ഒരു വായനക്കാരന്‍ എം.കെ ഹരികുമാറിന്‌ എഴുതുന്നു.

Dear Shri MK,

My name is K R C Pillai. Living outside Kerala for more than 25 years. Presently in Mumbai. Working with the National Dairy Development Board. I do write in Malayalam under the pseudonym Kunnamthanam Ramachandran, not in a prolific manner (once in a while one story, about which none talks and it automatically goes into oblivion).

I write this mail to convey my happiness to read your Aksharajaalakam in Kalakaumudi. At the age of 19, someone in my village (it's near Tiruvalla), told me to read Malayalanadu weekly. That's why Prof. M Krishnan Nair came into me and since then Sahitya Varabhalam became a part of my reading material, week after week, year after year. Ha! What a personality he was! What a presenter he was! How he made opinions about the writings around him! How he bruised the worthless ones with the mower he rode on them mercilessly! And, numerous ones tried to emulate his writings, and all failed, miserably. But, dear Shri M K, your coloum…