‘Chatter-box’. Yes, that was exactly the adjective that fitted him to the T. More than a mere adjective, it had become his name. So common was his ‘name’ in the locality, that even the informal letters he received, bore the name ‘ Chatterbox ’, written in bold and capital on the section of the receiver’s name. What he spoke could neither be termed as gossip nor as rumour. What he spoke was exactly the thing that was not to be spoken at that time or at that place. Suppose you are in a place where you ought to cry irrespective of   whether you know the reason or not. No sooner would your face and eyes dry up than your ears would hear the whispering, “Bose, have you seen the latest ‘Tom and Jerry’ show?” And he will narrate its contents in such an amusing way that it would be a matter of a few seconds before you find yourself breaking into peals of laughter. Believe it or not, he had even gone behind the bars, all thanks to his chatting. The Mayor of our city had come f...