Sunday Story 8: The Fullness of Time

1921. I AM ARTHUR COTTON. People in these parts call me Cotton dora. Twenty two years after my death, the villagers of Palem decided that it was time to commemorate my work in this way: by erecting a seven-foot bronze statue of me on top of a five-foot stone pedestal.

I look nothing like the real Arthur Cotton, of course. After the resolution was passed under the banyan tree at the shivalayam, and after the sarpanch, Veerasimha Naidu, secured the funds necessary for my forging from the collector ...