Flashback...
Slide 1 :
Hes getting ready to go to school in the morning with the FM channel in the radio screaming the exact time to be
'Ettu mani ..padhinaeindhu nimidam (8.15 a.m)..adutha paadal 'Annakili' padathilindurundhu Annanagar Saroja virupathuku inanga'
.....His shoes laces are missing and he screams..
'Ammaaaa..werz my shoes lace..How many times have I told you..Place them with the shoes after you wash them?
See..this is why I say..don't touch my shoes..Who cried to you that they needed a wash in the first place?'
Amma runs out of the kitchen with the davaraa of tamarind concoction(for the sambar) in 1 hand and the shoelace on the other along with sister's ribbons...
'Oh ..cha..whats this amma?I hate this always..'A strand of lengthy hair sticking to the shoeslace!!'..I know who it is from..I hate this..'
Slide 2 :
Then its time for the hurried gulping down of the Rasam chaadam and vendakka curry..and there again the same conversation..
'Oh..amma..Hair..Hair ..Hair..Do you girls in this house dont know to comb your hair?
Whatever it is..whether the shoelace,the sofa corner,the rasam chaadham,the bathroom floor,soapbar..why do you have to remind us about your hair??Ridiculous females..'
Amma runs to the kitchen,brings another fresh plate of rasam chaadham..Amazingly pesanjufies(mixes)the hot steaming rice and rasam,without even caring for the burning of her fingers..
'Sorry daa Kannaa..Theryaama Vizhnduuduthu..Really Sorry' she softly whispers only to be retorted with even more harsh words from her kid!
Slide 3 :
15 years later...
Hes back to Austin after the India trip...Its time to open the huge black american tourister suitcases to unpack the goods brought from India..
The vadumaagais come...
the ghee bottles come..
the Krishna sweets Mysurpa emerge out..
the neatly packed kothamalli thogayal sneaks out..
the Bindu appalam packs pop out
Then comes the real treasure..
Homemade,specially packed Ziploc pack of Saambar powder and the pack of specially prepared 'Elai Vadaam'..
He pictures his amma sitting under the hot sun drying those Vadaams that she specially prepared for him.
And now suddenly,there He sees it again..
'One strand of hair sneaking out of the Sambar mixture..'
'One strand of that lengthy hair neatly preserved in one of the Elai Vadaams..'
He pulls out his expensive watch case..throws out the watch onto the bed..Neatly collects the strand of hair from the Sambar packet and saves it for eternity..
And then there is that million dollar round shaped Elai Vadaam,that now belongs to his favorite museum of things...
He starts crying..This time he doesnt want to shout and scream at his only Goddess on earth..
He softly whispers..
"Ammaa..Sorry maaa...and Thank you..I love you and also your hair...Promise!"
-Raapi
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came in thru anush's blog. This one is amazing piece...made me so senti. Lovely piece, fiction, non-fiction...either way it rocks.
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Nanbaa..
Last year (when I was a bachelor), I've really felt the same way (feeling so emotional/close to mom/sisters). Now when I look back, I feel its kinda the loneliness is bursting out in this way...
Serious-a solren..the time HAS come for you to get into marital bliss...Absolutely no point in delaying. Remember my thathuvam "Abdul Kalam mathri aanapram kalyanamna kaalam pura Abdul Kalam-ave irka vendiyathu than" :p
- nanban n@n
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A very nice pieceda. Liked it very much
Divya
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hi
good one..but why no more posts?
checking out your blog daily....
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