Days in Panamkuzhy - A memoir

There was a time… in Panamkuzhy -the river periyar.
The happiest phase in my life, though the life was sick, I enjoyed every moment of it… the frequent visit to periyar filled my soul with spirit… which didn’t lasted so long...
The old library in front of green rice field was my crib… I spent my evenings in thoughts and found no answer for my questions… Most of them were in relation to my life and times. I wanted to be in the company of some one- but nobody turned up, not even my parents…
I listened to the silent cries, sitting in that old library... The slaughter shop in front of library had an irony... Does a meet shop require such a beautiful location…? The surrounded rice field, the water canal flowing between each divided field… The wooden bridge connecting rice field and the meet shop…
Every Sunday an animal gave up its life there… to make us comfortable with our life – to let us celebrate our happiness and festivals… I could smell death in the air – that made me stop spending my time in Library… I searched other places... but found none… as most of them were al ready occupied with people…
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