A Talk With (X)avier D’Cruz
Aravankolom was a small village and Gayatri and Varun did not have to travel far to reach their destination. The auto-rickshaw soon stopped by the side of a bungalow. There was a security guard sitting in front of an Iron gate. They paid the auto driver and walked up to the security guard...
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