A Devil’s Action In My Life

It was a midnight of woe and pain

That life hit his heart in vain

Entitled by so many choices

He’d never taken in the past

A period of knowing rights and lessons

Bounded with the tricky, fakely rules

Written in the minds of everybody

Changed him from known to unknown

His life imagined to take a piece

Of time broken by a mysterious evil

Down in the aisle of that mountain

Where nobody lived, except the shadow

Of an evil’s tale and his duly actions

He left from everybody to seek for him

As he knew that this evil’s side

Had talked to him once before

In an absurd dream- an evil

Caught him, harmed him in a den

Truly mysterious, not a story from fantasies

There was no air, no sunlight, but full of darkness

When he was awake, his body had shivered, sweated

He had seen nobody, he stood up to see him alive

He called out loudly, he looked around

To seek for a clue from his life, a few minutes ago

The evil’s action was a mystery, he accepted

He walked out from the den, though he was upset

He pulled him out from the dream

He woke up, still with so many regrets

That life had given him yet another mystery

Where he acted for a cause to know that unknown

And now he’s counting his footsteps to know that known.

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Love And His History

She whispers, in silence

For those myriad of sacrifices

Made for him, to be with him

Memories of their lovely days

Flashes in her mind, enlightens

A few naked portraits of his smile

Conquered by a sacred heart’s will

Forever to dwell within their dreams

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Sometimes, realities are harsher

To cope up with a symbol of rear

View figure of an imperial future

Where she wished for a wonderful life

Enriched with his love in fantasies

But the life ahead of her sparkling eyes

Says it all- that love is a mystery

That his love was her timely history.

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There he is, all-alone

To think of his love

In unbearable pain

His only wish to live for her

And to rise for her

Even at the worst times

Without forgetting the least

About her- his life.

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Death’s Call

I’d a dream of killing myself a few days ago. I tried. I tried my level best to do it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 00:59 in the morning. I was heartbroken. I was all alone. I was in a mood to hide somewhere: an unknown place of seemly atmosphere which was completely exposed to nature, unbounded by any certainty in rules. I was astonished to accept my self as dumb enough to live in a busiest corner of the world. I was hoping for a change to happen while counting down my footsteps everyday; a change in me would have given a change in the whole new world, too; I was a part of your world as well. I was familiar regarding my absence in the same world a few days later; maybe an year or 2, after that I would remain as a memory in everybody’s mind; nobody would think of me unless and until they realize that once I existed here. I wasn’t a coward, but I was someone who smiled at others most of the times in a day even though I had forgotten to talk to them. I didn’t want to make them feel neither good nor bad about me. Why should I? Let them think of it.

I was never afraid of death; I believed on death as a constant follower of birth as nobody could escape from both, regardless whatever you’ve acquired thus far in life. I was quite nervous to die so though; would it pain a lot when I die?

I didn’t find anything wrong while preferring the choice of death. Hence I died. Although it’d given me too much of pain while the life-factor left from my physical body. I liked it once I was out from it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, again. It was 1 o’ clock in the morning. I walked in and around my room trying to remember something I’d forgotten- it’s my journal! I tried to take my journal which was kept under the pillow. But my head was resting upon the pillow. I tried to wake my body up so many times. I couldn’t do it as it was so heavy for me to raise up.

My journal! I promised myself earlier before and written down in the journal that I wouldn’t die. But I did. I’d to erase that “not” with “would” and make it “would”. That’s the only thing I wanted to do before I leave.

It started attracting me- my death! I’d been moving away from my journal. I couldn’t write it down anymore. I’m leaving… My time had come; I really wanted to stay here for completing it, or at least to erase that single world. It’s my time.. I didn’t want to… I’m leaving… With a sinuous scar of it.

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3 Days In Nature: A Trip To Malappuram

Last week, I went to Malappuram, which is one among the most beautiful places I’ve ever discovered from the South India.  Revu, my elder sister, also accompanied me this time for the trip as she has nothing else left to be done at home other than sleeping, watching TV and going out with friends nowadays; generally, she spends her vacation days at home in a quite crenellated pattern like this. Actually, we’d an improper plan to visit this place a few months ago. But she was a little busy with her project based activities at that time. Hence we cancelled the trip and thought of going later during her upcoming vacation.

I had visited Malappuram with my achan (dad) while I was a kid; except the retrospections of the train journey we had together, I don’t remember anything else that I’d seen during my very first visit to this frisky land of naturalistic portraits. What still persists in my memory is a brief idea of this place’s popularity for teak-wood that I’ve learnt from the social-studies text book in school days.

Dini chetan, our 1st cousin, has been dwelling together with his family there at Majeri in Malappuram district.  He’s been calling us to come over there since the year they’ve shifted from my homeland to Malappuram as a part of his job transfer. Hence, this time we didn’t make any proper plans none other than packing our bags and catch our easiest way to reach there.

We left from home by around 11:00 on last Friday morning. Revu asked me to choose bus service, which runs directly from Kochi (my homeland) to Malappuram, to reach our destination. We awaited there at the Kalamassery bus stop for around 1 hour to catch the direct bus to Malappuram, however we didn’t get the one we needed. It would take at least around 6 hours to reach Malappuram via bus; hence we skipped the plan for preferring bus as we felt that we’re merely losing our time.

So we went to the Aluva Railway Station for catching the train on time; we hired an auto instead of bus to reach at the Railway Station as earlier as possible, thus reach at our destination before evening. In between, Revu had called Dini chetan to enquire regarding the route we’d to be followed on. He asked her to take tickets from Aluva to Tirur from the Railway Station and then take a shift from Tirur to Manjeri via bus.

“It costs just 60 bucks! Indian Railways are always reliable for every citizen when it comes to their ticket prices.”, Revu told while handling over the tickets to me.

We walked down to the 2nd platform, where our train would be coming, carrying the luggage we’d.

“Indian Railways are good at maintaining their trains to run on the scheduled time, too”, I exclaimed when I came to know that our train was late.

Finally, after spending an hour walking here and there in the platform, we got our train by 13:00. I had never travelled in local compartments; it’s too crowded and not that easy to catch a local Indian train from an easily accessible Railway Station, I must say. Somehow, we entered in and found out a better position on one of the corners to make sure that both of us were inside that teeming compartment.

A stout old man who was standing next to us smiled at me and enquired about to where we’re going. I talked to him further and came to know that he’s also going Tirur, the same station to where we’re going. After standing there in the compartment for a while, Revu had got a seat to sit and I offerred the other seat next Revu to that man to whom we’re talking.

I stood there, reading Paulo Coelho’s “By The River Piedra, I Sat Down And Wept” on my cell, giving least attention to the restive voices from the crowd humming in my ears. Revu felt relieved, looked at me with a happily facial expression for getting a seat.

Another girl from Kochi was also sitting next to her on the other seat; they were talking too much while I was looking at her side. I stood in that crowded compartment; I didn’t notice the distance I had been covering as my vision and attention were focused upon Coelho’s discreet thoughts. I love Coelho. I love his infinite dexterity in keeping readers in his thoughts. And I love the simplicity in his writings for explaining the meanings of cursive words he always prefer.

Time went. We reached at Tirur after 4 hours of long train journey (for me). I was fed up for standing in a crowded compartment of that sort for a couple of hours. Our cousin had asked us to prefer bus-service to reach his place. He couldn’t come to pick up us due to his hectic schedule at the worksite. With the help of that old man who was with us, we found the bus stand from where we’d to take bus to Manjeri- Kacherippadi stop, which is so close to my cousin’s home.

We got our bus within a short while and waved our hands to that old man who was there with us until the bus stand. I took two bus tickets to the place mentioned by Dini chetan and sat together with Revu on the same seat. Unlike in Kochi, you wouldn’t get tickets in return for money you pay for travelling in the bus services in Malappuram. I also noticed that there would be 2 conductors in a bus: one meant for asking where the passengers are going and the other for collecting the cost for travelling via bus.

Bus moved. Revu showed and explained to me about the natural beauty of Malappuram through the open window of the bus. In between, I laughed while listening to Revu regarding a talk she had with that girl who was sitting next to her in the train. “Call your boyfriend. I can offer my seat to him so that you two can sit together. Mine is the next station”,   she said to Revu while her station was about to come.

After an hour’s journey in the bus, finally we reached our destination. Dini chetan was waiting for us at the bus-stand and he picked both of us to his home.

His family is a nuclear one: he, his wife and 2 kids. Dhanya chechi, his wife, had made food for us and we had it directly after reaching at his home, because hunger mattered for both of us. On the same day evening, we went outside to a farm for buying some non-veggie items.

Chakkara and Nandhu, their younger and elder daughters respectively, were so happy to see both of us together. On that night, we played a lot of childish games together. Revu helped Dhanya chechi in the kitchen for making dishes and gossips, too.

Dini chetan's home

Dini chetan’s home

They live in a small rented home. Being so frank, I liked the idea behind the plan of construction of that old home. A perfect home for a family of 4; every room has an average space, although the kitchen is less spacious. Unni uncle (house owner) and his family is also living in their home next to them within the same compound.

I loved the climate in Malappuram as well. It’s neither hot nor cold; moderate climate, I would say.

Dhanya chechi, Dini chetan, Nandhu, Revu, Chakkara at Kottakkunnu

Dhanya chechi, Dini chetan, Nandhu, Revu, Chakkara at Kottakkunnu

On the next day evening, other than spending time with our cousins at their home, we went to Kottakkunnu, which is a spot located at the topmost area of a large mountain. I didn’t feel anything special about that place except the calmness I’ve seen everywhere around. I played with Chakkara and Nandu in a small children’s part over there.

Revu and Dhanya chechi in "yo yo" pose

Revu and Dhanya chechi in “yo yo” pose

A lost nomad.

A lost nomad.

Lovely couple

Lovely couple

Kids corner

Kids corner

"Smile when it hurts the most"

“Smile when it hurts the most”

On the 2nd day, we went to Nedumkayam, which is a complete forest area spotted with wild animals. We were a little late to reach there on time before the scheduled visitors timing; somehow we got the permission to enter in from the respective authority and walked in through a jungle I’ve heard from stories during childhood days.

Those who would love to explore nature and dissolve in its widely elapsed beauty of waterfalls and unending paths into a wild forest, I would suggest this location for you. It’s more than what you think of or expect to see.

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Entrance to Nedumkayam Forest Area

 

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“An endless road has a story to be told”

 

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Yogi’s pose

 

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Lunch time

 

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We’d thought of leaving back to home on the 3rd day morning, but Chakkara and Nandhu had made us to stay there for one more day. We hadn’t done anything so special or go out to any other places that day, except a ride I’d together with the kids on that day’s evening.

 

We left from Malappuram on the next day morning. Dini chetan and Dhanya chechi dropped us at the railway station. It was really a wonderful time we’d together with them. And Malappuram is a must visit place to be seen in God’s own country. For whom you’re waiting for then? Pack up your bags for a few days, catch your next train to Malappuram and get exposed in nature.

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Unsaid Story

A lost word from her

Has a story to be told

On his fake love.

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They

He loves her. She loves him. They’re in love. Today’s evening would be a turning point in both of their lives; they’re going to celebrate the very first anniversary of their unbreakable bond of love and comely relationship at the Brisbane Hotel on a candle light dinner’s table. She gets ready for the party, wearing the dazzling angel’s frock he’d gifted her last night. It gives an agile and innocent outlook for her. He’s always bad at the selection of her dresses, but this time he proved that he knows what she loves to wear on this special day. 

It’s getting late. She’s been calling him for the 6th time thus far; he’s not responding to her calls.

“Maybe because he’ll have a lot more pending works left to be done at the work site”, she thought. 

She sits on the floor, surfing through the gallery of his images. Memories flashes through her mind. She smiles. 

An year ago, they’ve sacrificed so many things for their love to prosper and live together like they’ve wished for; many of them in the society hated and considered their relationship as a wrong take. He’s an orphan from a different religion and she’s from the richest family of Australia itself. This is their love story. Many among them hideously tried to question he and she; they tried to separate them everlastingly. But their love won at the end after so many melodramatic incidents happened in their families because of their relationship. They escaped from all those society’s cliche and right now they’re dwelling together at a rented home in Perth. He works as a technician at UWA and she’s a freelance writer.

She has a short-nap while going back to all those bitter most memories in their life. Nevertheless, they have never felt wrong with the decision they’ve chosen to live together.

Suddenly, she wakes up. It’s 12:30 now! She takes her cell out from the handbag and checks out whether she’s received any calls from him. Nothing is there in the list. She gasps and drinks water from the bottle on the table. She takes her cell and calls him again. It rings; although, he’s not picking up the call this time, too. 

She gets tensed; she walks down through the corridor; she looks out through the open window to see whether he’s coming by that way or not. But there is no signs of her husband’s traces on that pathway. 

She finds it very difficult to understand the situation. She feels so lonely to stand there like a dumb. She doesn’t even know where he’s.

She calls him, again. “The number you’re calling is currently switched off. Please try again later”, it says.

Her heart ponders. She faints down on the ground. She feels like killing herself on that midnight. 

Her cell blinks with his name. It’s not ringing. She picks up the call.

“Hello…! Where are you?”

“Hello! May I know who is this?”

“What? Who is this? Who are you? Where is he?”

“Excuse me, Ma’am. Dr. John is talking here. Is this she?

“Yes, I’m…..”

“I’m absolutely sorry to say this to you that he met with an accident nearer by Brisbane Hotel, an hour ago. His condition isn’t that critical, however he’s in Intensive Care Unit now. You don’t have to worry about anything right at the moment. We’ll take care of him. Have trust on your God. But could you please come to The Mount Hospital at the earliest as possible?”

“What…? What happened to him?”

“Ma’am.. Please…!”

“I’m coming…. I’m….”

She reaches at The Mount Hospital in a hurry and enquires to a lady at the reception counter regarding the location of ICU. She runs through the steps and finds out the ICU, which is on the 5th floor, in a short while. 

“She? Aren’t you?”

“….tell me where is he?”

“He’s absolutely fine now. You don’t have worry about anything, Ma’am. We’ve taken care of him. He’ll be transferred to the room after a few hours. He’d a major injury on his leg. We’ve tried our level best to recover him from the accident’s outcome. There was an agreement to be signed before the operation to be done. But there was no need of doing this operation like we’d thought of. There is nothing to worry about him right now. You can see him soon. Don’t worry!”

Finally, she releases her long breath. She cries. She doesn’t try to stop herself from doing it. She sits on the one of the chair stowed in front of the ICU room.

“Thank you so much, Dr. John”, she said to Dr. John, a middle aged- good looking man, who’s been walking away from the ICU.

After a few hours, he gets shifted to room. He’s unconscious. She gets inside and closes the door. She sits nearer to him and entangles her fingers with his fingers. 

She kisses him on his forehead. She stares at him like she always does. 

“This isn’t the first time! He doesn’t understand how he rides on the road. He doesn’t know how much I need him. He’s like this only. But I know this. He loves me. He loves me from the core of his heart. He’s mine. He’s my everything”, she thought.

A fairy night’s end.

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