SNAPS FROM MY LIFE--kalan kozhy

I was going to the temple, at about five thirty. The distance is only some yards, but there was no one on the road; and I was not at all afraid, because it was my routine.

Suddenly, a Kalan Kozhy (the Death Fowl) began crying, right over my head. It went on for some seconds only, but I became numb with fear. Chanting NARAYANA, I HURRIED TO THE TEMPLE!