“Once he had bid fare well to the valley. But now he has come back! Not to fall on the chest of the valley, but to remove and take the wood work of the ancient home of his. He sees only a faint smile upon the face of his old acquaintances. He thought of the old days when life in the valley drifted through dilapidation and depravity .the memory lay as pebbles strewn all over. We feel the sorrow of Subramanian. ———with what subtlety Vatsala depicts each and every word”