A sample of Paul Zacharia's writing, titled The Night Desk, from his story Paathirayethumpol.
"Midnight crept into the news bureau. Shadows of ceiling fans spun on empty tables like winged termites fallen to earth. Scattered pieces of paper stirred into motion by fans dodged their shadows. Troubled scraps of news wandered aimlessly on the floor. They hugged table-legs, raced up walls, skulked under shelves and stood shivering in nooks and corners. When one of them wrapped itself around Mrityunjayan’s leg, he shook it off with a start, kicked it away and sprang up. As he watched the bit of news crawl under the teleprinter, Mrityunjayan said, "It came from the teleprinter; it has gone back to the teleprinter. May it not be born again, dear God!"
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