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The monsoons have begun and the streams are flowing. The flowing water has traveled a long way and has carried along with it a lot of stories. Happiness is what is it has brought and happiness it has given her. The sun had gone to play hide and seek and I took her down the stream to her favorite spot. Like a little doll she walked along the high banks, holding on to my hand with her fingers tightly clasped around mine.  We sat in the bank thrashing our legs together in the flowing stream. The water was cold and left us to shiver.
She smiled and the sun came out from its veil and smiled along with her. I took that little gift all wrapped and gave it to her. She opened the wrap.
“Ooh, chocolate. I love them so much.” The smile has become a laugh. She giggled and laughed exposing her missing tooth.
“Where is your tooth?, That central one?” “I gave it to the tooth fairy.
She started relishing the chocolate and the chocolate was all over face, cheek and was dripping down fro…

Bring Back Your Touch

Bring Back Your Touch

Early Sunday morning, I Stepped out of my house and it started to drizzle back. I forgot my umbrella and to make it worse I was wearing that white shirt of 'His'. As usual I was walking and running; a ten minutes walk or 5 minutes run will take me to the nearest MRTS, 'Farrer park.' And today I reached there in five. I had ample time to grab a drink and board that 7.30 train.
I boarded and looked for my corner seat. It was already occupied by some young girl in her high heels and brightly lit lips. Why of all those seats, she has to take the one that was always destined to be mine?”I stared at her but she wasn’t bothered. I finally gave up and found a place to rest myself.
Faces that are new, faces that are routine were all around. Most of them were busy with their phones; ears plugged in with wires, eyes locked on screen, fingers busy rolling. Some were going for their job and some were returning back from job. They are conn…



எண்பத்தி ஐந்து வயது கிழவி  அவள்.
நேரம் முடிந்தது நான் செல்கிறேன் என்று,
அயராது உழைத்த உடலை  உறங்க விட்டு
நடுநிசி  நேரம் முன்பு  வானுலகம் சென்றாள்.

நள்ளிரவு  முன்னே கிராமம் சென்றது, அவளை பிரிந்த உடல்.
நேரம் வந்ததெனசொந்த ஊர் வந்தியோ?
நெருங்கிய உறவினை கண்டிடதான் வந்தியோ?
என ஒப்பாரியை தொடங்கியது கிழவிகள் கூட்டம்.

மாமனும், பங்காளியும் நாற்காலி விரிக்க
ஐதையும், சின்னாத்தாளும் தேனீர் பரிமாற
இழவு வீடு துக்கமும் சோகமும் கலந்தே இருந்தது.சின்னதாய்
ஒரு குளியல் போட்டு ஐஸ்பொட்டியில் உறங்க சென்றது  அவள் உடல்.

விடியல் முன்பே மீண்டும் விளித்தது ஒப்பாரி கூட்டம்.
பந்தல்காரன் பந்தல் இட, நாற்காலிகள் வந்து இறங்க
சொந்தமும், பந்தமும் 'ஷேர் ஆட்டோ' ஏறி  'என்றும் மாறாத கிராம
சாலையின் 'குண்டும் குழியையும்' கடந்து வர தொடங்கியது.

 பேரன், பேத்தி, இரண்டாம் பேரன், இரண்டாம் பேத்தி,
ஒன்னு விட்ட, ரெண்டு விட சொந்தங்கள், மகன்கள்,
மருமகள்கள், அண்ணன், அண்ணி, பங்காளி சொந்தங்கள்
உள்ளூர் உறவு, அசலூர் உறவு  என அனைத்தும் வந்து சேர்ந்தது.

எத்தனை சொந்தம் அதற்கு எதனை பெயர்கள்?
"இங்கு தான் ந…



“In the name of ‘him; cut their heads down”. “There, they are running; catch them.”
“Run my child run; run for your life.”
 And they ran leaving all that they had behind.  In the name of ‘Godhumanity died and darkness prevailed

Written for five-sentence-fiction-darkness
well it isn't exactly a fiction but it could be termed a 'reality fiction'


                                                                Men and women part 2

                                      The world of men and women is quite intriguing to each other. So here I am after taking a break for all worldly maneuvers sighting health as my reason. I take up into the world of men and women a second time. Here again with no one to discuss or argue I am going to take it on the way I want.
                                       Men and women – The two different worlds with two different alter egos is often complex for each other to understand. My thought on writing up this article came up after visiting a girl’s condo in Kuala Lumpur.
                                       There are five girls with quite different ethnic background staying there; an Indian with ‘South-Indian Telugu base, a Malay Indian, two Malay girls and a Bangladeshi girl’. While entering itself the condo- apartment room sent in a sweet aroma. The small door lobby was …


'The Poppy speaks'.....