Friday, October 3, 2008
vishu
me and aniyankuttan went around plucking kashuvandi all summer until i was in 10th. a kilo fetched us 30-32 rupees, sometimes more. it cost less once it rained. a trip gives us 4-5 kilos. we waited until it was 20-25 kilos, hung them on two sanchis on the handle bar. aniyankuttan sat on the carrier. the balance at the shop always showed less quantity, and Vareed mappila always threw away a few... they were pedu. we never agreed, we never challenged. it was aniyankuttan's idea-ThumsUp. it became my idea too. we loved the fizz. shaked the bottle and it fizzed. pedalled back home with a good sum. 4-5 such trips, enough firepower for vishu. me and aniyankuttan go in bus. buy padakkam, vaanam, meshapoo... stock them in thalam on vishu eve, count them again again again, smell them... And amma whispers, lying her soft hands on my closed eyes, "kannu thurakkanda, kani kaananam..."
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saw ur post on manasa. u neednt say anything, friend. it wasn't for anyone in particular. it was for me. and the feeling that has been trivialised beyond perception. something that has been confined to just a man-woman tie-up. i experience love more often now, in the prattle of shingu, in her passion towards me, in her cuddles, her drawing my hand close to her, in her eyes. i found it in my brother's eyes when the bike he was taking me in skid, and he, looked for me rather than to himself. i find it in my mother's eyes, when she sees me cry. i find in some of my friends, the evenings atop my house, near the river that flows near the temple back home, that night and the walk and in so many other things. to me, it is God's way of telling me he cares for me, and despite odds, i've to make it for Him. thanks for the walk, the post and the great blog. it belongs here more than at the orkut.
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