The Day In The Tree

This comes from Varma, a freelancer for The Hindu, Metro Plus, Vijayawada, in the state of Andhra Pradesh, India:

Every scar tells a story.

Sitting across the polished coffee table, Sunil, 24-years-old, and in loose overalls, feels the scar. The scar jags from his right temple and squiggles to the lower chin bone. The skin on the scar has become flaccid, kind of loose and leathery. On his face, with its broad jaw, large, sharp nose, bushy eyebrows and moustache, it shows. It shouts. It screams. It's a line, a scar Matisse would have been proud.

In his childhood summers, he along with his cousin would go to his grandparents' village for vacation. There they would build coops, wallow in the…