Every morning at 5:47 AM, old Mani Iyer would open his tablet. Not with the trembling impatience of a man chasing time, but with the reverence of a priest lifting a bronze uthsava vigraham .
He was 74. The print edition of The Hindu had been his companion for sixty-two years—first the English one his father brought home from the Spur Tank Road office, and later, for the last decade and a half, the . the hindu tamil epaper
His own column.