An old story of two old women

Two old women, one fair, fat and fondly, the other dark, sharp and skinny came to my mind, while going to bed last night. Very rarely do women, especially old, appear in the mirror of my mind, while going to bed, to be more truthful, any time of the day, any time of the night. … Read more

God commit mistakes, never!

Sleep slides down into a dream, The dream peeps in, enters as melody. Like fresh early morning breeze fragrant by kisses of buds at ease. I hear the music but don’t see the flute or flutist, As I heard the saptaswaras of my mom, while inside her safe pouch but not seeing Her face, the … Read more

Masculine pride of my master

Raman Sir, was enjoying his first ‘murukkan’ pan leaf chew, seated on the thinnai, front veranda of his house, while I was passing through, with a torthumundu, towel on my shoulder, towards the pond. “Vada!”, he invited me for a ‘murukkan’ . ‘Oru santhosha varthamanam – one happy news. It is a boy and he … Read more

Her silly tricks that make me go mad !

“A holy book in hand, you sit idle and snore She sweats in kitchen, the mom I adore!” “Her face is a moon, full moon, on the pages When viewed direct, hot sun, torching for ages” “Aren’t you really looking for your favorite stars, dad? Not my mom’s face, in the book pages or iPad?” … Read more