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The sharp eye of Neelakantan Bhattathiripad noted the young Ravi Varma tracing lines on the sand. His son was a strange child in his opinion but he refrained from voicing it.
“What would this son of his become, the scion of this strange race,” he wondered?
“Always, always drawing and sketching things — was there a future in this?”
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