Days in Panamkuzhy - A memoir III

Sitting alone… and thinking about absurd things happened to me…
The first love… Nithya… What made her love me..??? What made her leave me...? If she loved me… The moments in the corridors of my school... the stolen kisses and ^^^^^^^^^^ …..It happened from a joke between friends...
I really don’t like her and used to have bout with her all the day…. The day I saw her in morning alone, just blankly looking into the blankness…. The classes were not open… an early entry to the school… Between the smoke came out of cigar burned on my lips I saw her….
My first classmates among girls to know about my good habits….The same day afternoon I told about her to my friend… as a joke I told him that I love her… the news went on like a fire and finally came to her…
The tears in her eyes, when I get punished in the class…. The nick name she used to call me…The shivering fingers when she comes close to me… The smell of her hair….The long hours we spent together in the crowded classes….The mark of a burn on her right ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ she had…..
I was in high spirits… the life was heavenly looking… dreams were plenty and she was in my eyes all the time… note given to me by her hand had the smell of her skin.. I slept on them… small secrets we exchanged made me feel like a man…..My first B day card – I was running home to open it… I felt- the bus is going slow… there was a sign of her lips on the card… her kiss… her smell….
People grow and the relation becomes fragile and more demanding… we grow to the freedom of college life… The two colleges nearby Periyar… I don’t know what happened after that…The frequency of visit and kisses went less by and one day she left me.. To the infinite future……

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Days in Panamkuzhy - A memoir II

The river periyar... She was my soul mate… I spent my time with her, listening to the rhyme less tunes she made…. Joining in her sorrows, when she flooded with tears and made nothing visible in her – the beautiful rocks and islands… She covered everything in her tears and rocked against trees at her banks in pursuit of her love…

The well known river for love… yea she took in many lives in her lap, the ones gave up life for love…. Too smart ones to play with her without knowing her much….the ones who didn’t realize her mood…. Still she flows – with the fury and cheer… I am racking my memory now, sitting in this city of sand and desert, to call back those times I spent in Panamkuzhy… The lost love and its pain…. Friends and foes…. The wet roads in rain…

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