Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Year Ahead!

May we be hallowed!
 In the year ahead,
Full of dreams to be true
And hopes to be gratified.

Forgive them, we shall, if we,
Have identified doers of wrong,
For seldom in their views,
They have committed flaws.

Erase let’s, the thoughts,
That are there if,
Haunting our quiet,
And hunting our health.

Towards the Past,
A tour to undo
The blunder of our deed
Is indeed unfeasible.

 Swear we will to tread
forward and trot to Future
As events are there
 For long to wait for us.

Incidents will paddle,
Our life through the mode
Destined for us, lurking
Nil for our nod or denial.

May the year new
Pack in us vigour fresh
 For our yen novel
To be accomplished.

So, dear bygone year,
We gleefully bid you adieu
And welcome with warmth
Your sibling waiting ahead..

‘May you all have really a joyful fresh year,
And may it be Time-fresh’.

Adieu for one month due to personal reasons.



 Gift of God!

 Mother Earth is full of
God-given gifts; flora, fauna, celestials,
Water, wind and sapient man.

Our life on this sacred
Sand is an award from Nature.
Its bliss let us sip.

Our life is a gift.
Start its odyssey we, when,
Ecstasy He will shower.

Our merciful  heart and
Helping hand are real boon to
Needy, a soothing effect.


Monday, December 23, 2013

A Blessing in Disguise!

 How long can an adolescent boy confine himself inside? Gopal’s limbs sauntered around. One day his frequent visitor convulsion violently threw his physique to drains over-flooded with rains.

All the medical aids failed. When the carcass arrived there, his beloved mother’s colossal grief made her collapse. No word could stop her angst.

 Days brought calm. Balmy air slowly blew in. Her inner man brought her attention to the other offspring and her grieving spouse.

 “The incurable disease has seized our darling. Ha! He has attained the painless world,” sighed she, consoling others and herself.

Is it a ‘Blessing in Disguise’?

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Thursday, December 19, 2013


Mother Earth weeps very deep,
For her sons injure her hard,
Tear-drops on visage.

Mother Earth,in volition,
Shoulders all the beings’ weights.                               
She wields and sweats.

Mother Earth, bejewelled
With trendy precious stones looks prettified.
Beaming Sun looks on.

Earth sleeps with dreams under
Stone-adorned blanket ; mother Nature
Switches on dim light.

Dew drops of comments
Looming on leaves of posts, add
Vim and vigor in blogging.


Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The Supreme Book!

The Supreme Book!

The supreme book your Life
 You script in this world
Is no doubt your own very nature
Displaying various epochs you watch
That may linger on you in permanence 
Or remain with you in dominance.

 You, yourself script in this book,
 Your autograph as well as biography,
The entire bal­­­­­­­­­­­lads in ballades' form
Or odes or even verses type
 With a device discernible not,
The ink you use, is not been seen
And on papers totally invisible.

This book, while you ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­open fully,
 Experience, you awareness,
Of misfortunes and fortunes.
Challenges and adventures
Excavations and explorations and
Facts and fictions, may that
Bring for you, negation or affirmition.

Your caricature you etch in it
May transmit attraction or repulsion,
No matter, go you ahead with purpose.  
Your vigour if you spend rightfully
To script it, it will turn  gainful
As eventually you will become
Your own mentor or anchor.   

Try never to tear it into tatters 
Nor scatter the leaves hither-thither.
Maintain this book always intact
For your following cohorts will learn
Lessons forming guiding light
When dips and pits of their 
Road shudder their journey.

Friday, December 13, 2013


Rivers, rivulets and streams
 Are roving nomads on earth.
Where do they  then reach?
Rivers and rivulets, the
Veins and arteries cart blood to
Mother Earth’s organs.

Plants and sand, parched
And thirsty, beg for water, rivulets
Readily quench their thirst.

Glumness saddens mind.
Rivulets and burns drench the cheeks.
Soothing strokes solace.


Thursday, December 12, 2013


(Today I scribbled something based on the seed of food. So I thought of linking it to write tribe, though the stipulated day is over).

 Food is God!
‘To a man with empty stomach, food is God.’ Mahatma Gandhi.

 A famished man thinks of only inserting something into his stomach rather than collecting delight from others.  No theory fills his belly, when his stomach covets shoddily for food. So he turns a locked ear to any philosophy.

Once when I was in a city bus, one seat, unnoticed by passengers, covertly invited me to it. I could accept the invitation of the seat, regardless of the crowd in it. One more person could sit beside me. I thought of attracting another person’s attention. But my attention left me and went out to watch the trees and building structures flashing past the bus. 

 Out of the blue a large, round aluminium vessel containing fish came skating near me. No sooner  did I look up in bewilderment than its owner jumped and sat by my side. She passed a challenging sight with the rightful shrug in it.

The presence of that person, her vessel, its smell and all enraged me. My ego was provoking me to ­­­­­poke my nose into her action. My intolerance and infuriating state grew to heights, as she exerted her pressure on me and pressed me against the wall of the bus. She made herself comfy there.

  Somehow with much difficulty ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ I managed to settle my ego by bringing forth my reason. It reminded me, “They have also equal privileges that you benefit from here. Moreover what you utter may fade in front of their barbaric words.”
My reason further advanced towards me, “Better you hold her on conversation so that she will hold back from hampering you.”

I silenced my ego in the inner chamber of my heart and my tongue vibrated with fabricated gentleness.
 “Did you vend all your fish today?”

A surprising gaze welcomed me, “No, I am going to the suburbs and there I can sell all my fish.” The words were garnished with reverence. I watched a melancholic shade displacing the impertinence on the face.

“Do you usually keep a portion of fish for your cuisine?”

“Oh! No, not at all, because, you know, I have to clean it for the buyers. Otherwise they will not address me. I will reach home late after procuring our groceries for the day. In fact I have to utilize the profit for the essentials of the house.”

“Who are you staying with?”

“My ailing husband and two offspring.”

“Do the kids go to school?”

“Yes, they are reading in class-2 and class-4.”

The bus was about to reach my stop. I handed over some cash to her in the name of the diminutives. Though I doubted its approval, her need in paucity pushed her to stretch the hand.

“You are the one who is barbaric, not her. Didn’t the awe-bearing sound of hers divulge the golden heart caged in her chest? It stands entirely for the welfare of her family.”My mind rebuked me.

The mask of ruggedness she had to wear was to tear away all the barriers. Poor woman, what a heavy load on her shoulders! Alas! Even when mother is a fisher-woman, children taste fish nil.

Friday, December 6, 2013



Who steels God’s colour set?
Nature, to draw dainty lines and
Picturesque scenery. 

Looks sweet, the lass, cloud
In neck- band of cute tones, Sun
Sights his love with lust.

What Rainbow does there?
Stoops and peeps she, through the clouds.
Sun smiles from beneath.

The God fixes strip of 
Rich hues, on the attire, cloud.
He gifts it to sky.

Arrays, adored in rainbow
Tinges attract gals’ attention sure.
Those prints make them proud.



Thursday, December 5, 2013

My Sister!

“Why can’t I get the retaining wall built here?” thought Leela.  “ The soil of that area erodes a lot in heavy rains. It plunges into the paddy field.”

 She,my sister Leela had gone to her indigenous village on a vacation. She visited her land obtained in legacy. Quickly she made arrangements for assigning the work to some labourers.

She stood there enjoying the swinging of spades, shovels etc in the hands of workers. The earth moved and moved and stuck on the construction wall. Then suddenly a small uneasiness-we can’t call it a pain-loomed as an unsought guest in her right arm-pit. She neglected it as if the result of straining after her objective.

Since it was not given its deserving attention, it made its presence more felt. She pulled on till the tag end of her motive. She couldn't help seeking advice from a doctor; she had to fly to her present habitat in Delhi. Tests and examinations revealed a growth inside. Her hay days had been exhausting. Hospital-home, home-hospital she travelled intensely. Surgery, injections, biopsy, chemo, medicines and all such usual events mercilessly rode on her body.

 Due information reached the nearest and dearest. I, her sister, started dragging a pull-over of emotions and feelings on my mind. She, my sister was no doubt loving and lovable, simple and straight and efficient and self-reliant. Humbleness and humility was her masterpiece in behavior. She could hurt none through her talks or actions. Helping others in need never had any tint of reluctance. Volition was the title of all her deeds.

She was a capable cook, an expert tailor and a proficient housekeeper of her own domicile. She felt gleeful in the company of kith and kin and served them opulent food. But she never allowed others to come home to her at the fullest.

In our childhood days we had a good many amusements which the diminutives experience in general and village kids in particular. She used to iron the garbs of both of us, since I had no hesitation to wear them creased. We, the children dawdled in the vast and natural garden and orchard, plucking flowers and picking fruit.

My obstinacy and tenacity invited rigorous punishment from elders which soaked her little heart. She consoled me with soothes and strokes of affection abundant. Delay to the school due to my doggedness earned her also, punishment from teachers. My beloved acca(elder sister)  never frowned or mopped at me. Unlike the sluggishness dwelt in me, she used up her childhood in the upkeep of the house and households. I don’t claim that she was an angel with no untoward behavior. She had the innate flaws and faults, but the degree measurement was very meagre.

“When will you come to Delhi? September-October disposes a suitable climate and we can have long pilgrimages,” she used to persuade us.
“We will be there to visit you one day,” the response.

Yes, we visited her no doubt, not in October, but in November on a mere phone-call. One day a phone-call whispered that unfavorable, unpromising news in our ears. We saw her lying on the hospital-bed, completely cut-off from the environs. She lay there surrounded by tubes, aided by ventilator and assisted by the medical corps. Then into a corpse she turned within minutes as her last breath had bidden adieu to her.She had that pilgrimage now.

Yes, she is my sister now lying here with fingers tied, toes fastened, mouth closed and nose plugged with cotton.

O! What a fate? She was quite healthy. Never had she displayed any symptom of any ailment.  Rivulets and streams emerge out of my eyes and nose. Heart is gaining weight of glum and gloom, body is expressing inability to stand. Sobs and sighs do not stay inside. My mind is crying, literally crying, it is not heeding to any console or solace.

“Oh! God, why are you after healthy humans, when there are numerous very old ones awaiting your proximity?  Fatal ailments in plenty are triumphant over innocent energetic people, may they be young or old.

“Ha!  But I should thank you because you granted her to have the journey to the infinite, in a very calm and painless way. So thank God! Thanks! Thanks!”

Monday, December 2, 2013

The Boy, the Schoolboy!


Holding  a big bag  hanging on shoulders
Walks he rather runs to the stop for bus.
The bus is about to ply, when  throws he
His physique violently into the mobile.

Well he manages and occupies the seat
That has only a vacancy, its quarter.
Thoughts spurt from brain like jets in sky
Sending hither- thither his mind to meander.

“O! How nice are the moon and stars at night
But time I have seldom or rare for delight.
Not in morning, but at dawn of the sunup
 I will be on my feet from sleep so sound.

Brushing and bathing I do in a speed
For dressing and eating, time, less I spare.                   
Rush I rapid  like a rocket to  the class
Caring no tiredness in the rain or sun.

Just like a camel in desert very hot
Or like a prisoner in the dungeon of city
In the school that is no better than a prison
Awfully  I am a slave of books and notes.

Studies and tuition steel my games,
Homework and projects twist in thoughts,               
Tests and exams disturb the sleep and
School bell and assembly blight my dream.

Food made relishing gives no tang
Enjoy I cannot at chats in the sitting,
 ‘Go and study’ words, always, me haunt
Whenever I try, around, to hang out.

Slogan of  ‘Ranks’ resonates in ears
As a nightmare perturbing all the calm.
Taunt the parents using cards of progress.
They  crush my heart with pity drops nil.

How gay and glad are the beasts and birds!
Ties their feet, never any schooling or lessons.
I wish I were a bat or a cat,a crow or a cock ,
Lived, I would have with tedium the least. 

Do the ‘A ‘grades determine the future
I will show that they   aren't  ‘a’ want’.
Let me be right now, fly in my dreams
Buzzing and humming before I alight."


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Thursday, November 28, 2013


 The five-letter word that
Flows out from heart turns listener
Thankful, words mere seem hollow.

Words of gratitude with
Glee fill the receiver’s heart, gives
 He back winning grin.

God gave us tongue to
Speak, mind to think and words to                
Thank, use them in want.
Parents, on the progeny
Pour, affection and concern aplenty.
Parochial path son follows.

Shoots up, gratitude only
In minds broad and is the language
Never of spivs and spies.

Thank God for everything
We enjoy, thinking of the poor


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Had I Looked Back!


“W..h…y..?” a feeble sound crawled out of a warped

skeletal body with wrinkled skin and sunken eyes.

“Ingratitude had blind-folded me to understand your hardships.” 

“We can’t erase..  our… destiny,”

“ Had I looked back, I wouldn't have  done so. You struggled a lot to see me with stethoscope.”

 “Be.. with… your spree... I am.. contented. This old man’s concern... is his daughter…. Sha..rry.”

“ I was after the riches of that witch  Ramya who ditched me.“ I want your concurrence to marry Sharry,  a real gem.” 
“Isn't ..she..  a misfit for..a doctor?”

 “Yes,I am a misfit,nor are you a gem,”Sharry.


Thursday, November 21, 2013

So, you think you know it all!

I stood without Maths homework.  My silence kept her in ire.Madam sent me out of the class.

  A ninth grade ‘Didi’ pitied me.
  “I didn’t do Maths H.W. I don’t like copying”, responded with mopes.

One month’s   legitimate effort during lunch break from that true heart of 'Didi' drew this seventh grade girl to the forefront. I became a top scorer.
‘ Didi ’ knew what I lacked. Madam didn’t understand where I lacked. 

“My castigation boosted you, didn't it?”, Madam.
 I satisfied her.

You elders(parents and teachers) think you know everything. But you don’t know what we don’t know.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


Bullets and bloodshed
Spoil sensational warmth of soil.
Numbness settles in minds.

Mother earns for bread, but
Saves for the blood, he  rewards
  In grades, glee in eyes.

Mother Nature fulfils
Her blood’s needs, his willful act
 Stains, spoils her good will.

Blood , the life-liquid can                       
Take away life if less or more.
Care well for good health.

Blood-bottles may bring back
Life to patients from fatality.
Do donate your share.


Monday, November 18, 2013

The Avoidance!

“You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.”
Flemmingway has rightly said it!

To steer clear of unpleasant occurrences many a time what we do is just running away from our ‘self ’. But the accomplishment is kilometres and kilometres far. I am a live paradigm of such an incident.

It was a time when my days stayed away from my sleep or sleep alienated me from its proximity. A sort of gloom and grief had shaded my heart, as the day was nearing. So my legs used to resume their perpendicular position even before the day break at that time. And so also that day I was on my feet, which carried me to the morning routines. Then my feet led me to a corner of the verandah outside.

“What happened to the hyper-active squirrel jumping up and down from bough to branch? Is he expressing his camaraderie with me? He is sitting quite on a twig now. O, here comes a tiny sparrow. Without disturbing the former of his penance, she silently takes her seat on another branch. Reading my mind or so she also slips into a silence. The leaves also stand stooping as if they can’t be delightful at that unpleasant presence of mine. The sky is with mopes on its visage to shed tears as if it reads my mind”. My dismal thoughts went on circling the vicinity.

That day was my forty fourth birthday ‘Happy Birthday’ in kids’ words. I didn’t know the day would be happy or not.  The anguish and anxiety didn’t leave me not for a moment even.

The oddness of that birthday only detached Chandrika from me. Chandrika,  the name  had been once engraved on a gold plate and kept safe in my mind, on the most accessible shelf. She was creeping slowly to my heart. With the aid of the great Time I had covered her behind a curtain of forgetfulness. This curtain sometimes got blown away by the memory gale, revealing very well that very visage. Yes, Chandrika, no ferocious force could separate her from me. She too housed the same belief in her.

It was not as durable as expected. My horoscope had loomed with a villainy in it. The prognostication of it marked a full stop to our being together. It said that the forty fourth birthday might prove fatal for me. It questioned my existence on this globe. Chandrika’s father pondered over it and believed it would become a reality. She was not a harpy. With melancholy-stricken heart only she turned her face away from me. She couldn’t help retrieving it. Chandrika didn’t have the guts to elope, nor did I.

I strove hard for a solace and ran away from home and ‘me’ also.  For a placid place I approached the Deity, our savior in sorrow. I unloaded all the sadness there. Again for a place of peace I rummaged hither-thither and everywhere for a long time. Temples, touring zones, lone areas and even penniless peoples’ havens tried to mend my bleeding heart. Nothing could bandage the wound within. Somewhere the stay was dangerous as well. I had fallen prey to burglary once or twice. “When you start to live outside yourself, it’s all dangerous”.

One fine day somehow a sensible sense aroused as a glimpse in me. It rebuked me, advised me and pleaded with me, “What are you doing? Can you run away from yourself? You are vacillating between hope and fear and oscillating from place to place. Go back to your kith and kin for they may be in utter gloom now. Perhaps glory you can pick from them.”

So my body abided by my mind eventually witnessed the dawn of console in my own land. I slowly recognized that ‘Blood is thicker than water’. My recurring denials for nuptial procedures disappeared unattended by elders.  Nalini walked in to my life as a cute flower with sweet fragrance. Nalini’s father an agnostic readily granted the agreement for our wedding. Nalini spread her perfume all around. Her presence provided our folks with pleasure.
 The sobre sound of  Nalini to the present, brought me back. She was stirring her tounge with some topics not pertaining to the hinterland. That she used only to test and soothe me indirectly. The day was escalated with a pompous feast.  All the countenances were smiling with shrouded anguish. I too brought about commonness in my body language and exhibited a synthetic elation.

Hours of darkness had opened its black umbrella over mother Earth. Ho! My mind lit a small torch of gladness. Nalini was still carrying the load of gloom. At the strikes of twelve by the clock, a sigh of relief bounded from Nalini.

 She said, “I was afraid about the prediction in the horoscope. Amma (mother) said they had not disclosed that to you. Achchan(father) had kept the horoscope away from your view. My father knew it and informed me also about it.”

“What horoscope! Nonsense.The horrible item says today is my last day. Rubbish, I don’t believe in such things.”I boasted well being fully conversant about the time.

“Now things attained a delightful end. Let us sleep now,” both of us uttered together.

Today is my forty fifth birthday. A wrong prediction had eaten away the tranquil of our shelter. While turning back, the mind passes a snigger on us.

Take only the affirmatives for granted and chase away the negatives.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

ഒരു ഒളിച്ചോട്ടം!

The English version will follow without much delay.

ഈയിടെ ആയിട്ട്വളരെ നേരത്തെതന്നെ നിദ്രാദേവി എന്നോട് യാത്ര  പറഞ്ഞു പോകാറുണ്ട് .എന്നുടെ മനസ്സിനെ  ഉലയ്ക്കുന്ന ചിന്ത വിട്ടു  മാറുന്നില്ല,എല്ലാവർക്കുംവന്നു ചേരാറുള്ള ഒരവസ്ഥ ആണതെന്നറിയാമെങ്കിലും. ചിരി എന്നെ ഇഷ്ടപ്പെടാത്തതുപോലെ എന്നിൽനിന്നും ദൂരെ എവിടെയോ പോയൊളിച്ചു.

അന്നും പ്രഭാതം പൊട്ടിവിടരുന്നതിനും മുമ്പേതന്നെ എന്നുടെ മിഴികൾ അവയുടെ വാതിലുകൾ തുറന്നു പിടിച്ചു. പാദങ്ങൾ എന്നെയും പേറി പ്രഭാതകർമങ്ങളിലേയ്ക്ക്എത്തിപ്പെട്ടു. കിഴക്കുവെള്ളകീറിയപ്പോൾ പുറത്തു വന്നു അല് നേരംനില്ക്കാൻ തോന്നി. ഇന്നു പിറന്നാള്ആണ്. നല്ലരീതിയിൽ  തന്നെഅതാഘോഷിയ്ക്കുവാൻ വേണ്ട തയ്യാറെടുപ്പുകൾ നടക്കുന്നുണ്ട്വീട്ടിൽ.
കുറേ മാസങ്ങളായി വീട്ടിൽ എല്ലാവരും എന്നോടു കൂടുതൽ കരുതൽ കാണിയ്ക്കുന്നു. അതിനുള്ള കാരണം പിറന്നാൾ ടുത്തു വരുന്നതിനാലാകാം.
   എന്തുകൊണ്ടോ മനസ്സിനു നല്ല ഒരു സുഖംപോരാ.സാരണയായി  മരങ്ങളിൽ ചാടിതിമിർക്കുന്ന അണ്ണാറക്കണ്ണൻ എന്നെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള ചിന്തയിൽ മുഴുകിയതാണോ എന്തോ ഒന്നും ചെയ്യാതെ ഒരു കൊമ്പിൽ  ഏതോ ആലോചിച്ചുംകൊണ്ട്‌  ഇരിയ്ക്കുന്നു. അല്പം വിഷാദഭാവം ഉള്ളതായിതോന്നി.അതാ ഒരു കുരുവി പറന്നു വരുന്നുഅണ്ണാറക്കണ്ണനുടെ ചിന്തയ്ക്ക് ഭംഗംവരാത്തരീതിയിൽ  മറ്റൊരു കൊമ്പിൽ ഇരിപ്പുറപ്പിച്ചു.എന്നുടെ മനസ്സ്മനസ്സിലാക്കിയതുപോലെ  പ്രകൃതീ ദേവിയുടെ മുഖവും മ്ലാനമായിക്കണ്ടു. മരക്കൊമ്പുകൾ കുമ്പിട്ടുനിൽക്കുന്നതായി തോന്നി . ചെടികളും പൂക്കളും തന്നെ അത്ര നല്ല സന്തോഷത്തിൽ അല്ല. അവയ്ക്കും ഒരു വിഷാദഭാവം പടർന്നിട്ടുണ്ട്. ആകാശംവിതുമ്പാൻ പോകുമ്പോലെ മൂടിക്കെട്ടിനിന്നിരുന്നു.
"ബാലേട്ടാ,ബാലേട്ടാ, വരൂ നമുക്ക് കുളി കഴിഞ്ഞു  ക്ഷേത്രത്തിൽ  പോയിവരാം.” ഭാര്യനളിനി ഒരു കൃത്രിമസന്തോഷത്തോടെ വിളിച്ചു
   “ഇപ്പോൾത്തന്നെ റെഡിയാകാം.” ക്ഷേത്രത്തിലേക്കുള്ളവഴി ഞങ്ങളുടെ കാലടികളെ സ്വീകരിച്ചു. വഴിയിൽ എന്തൊക്കെയോ എന്നെ രസിപ്പിക്കാൻ  വേണ്ടിയോ അതോ സ്വയം  ആശ്വസിക്കുവാൻ വേണ്ടിയോ ഒക്കെ നളിനി പറഞ്ഞുകൊണ്ടേ ഇരുന്നു.
 ചെറിയ സർക്കാർഉദ്യോഗസ്ഥർ മാത്രമായ ഞങ്ങൾക്ക് വലിയ വിഷമങ്ങൾ ഒന്നും തന്നെ ഇല്ലായിരുന്നു.
 അവധി ആയിരുന്നതിനാൽ മക്കളും (സച്ചിൻ,സുമൻ) വീട്ടിൽ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു. എല്ലാവരും ഒന്നും   അറിയാത്തതു പോലെ എന്നുടെ  താത്പ്പര്യങ്ങൾ സാധിപ്പിച്ചുകൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു. ഞാനുംഅറിഞ്ഞില്ല ഭാവം’  ശരീര  ഭാഷയിൽ ലെയിപ്പിച്ചുകൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു.
 അടുത്ത വീടുകളിൽ ഉള്ളവരും ബന്ധുക്കളും അവരുടെ സാന്നിദ്ധ്യം അറിയിച്ചു സദ്യയിൽ പങ്കുചേർന്നു. സദ്യ കഴിഞ്ഞതും എല്ലാവരും സ്വന്തം ഗൃഹങ്ങളിലേക്ക് നടകൊണ്ടു. കേരളത്തിൽ   കാലഘട്ടത്തിൽ നിലനില്ക്കുന്ന ഒരു സമ്പ്രദായമാണ് ഊണിനു തള്ളിക്കയറുന്നതും  ഊണുകഴിഞ്ഞാൽ ഉടൻതന്നെ സ്ഥലം വിടുന്നതും.
രാത്രി ആയി. ഒന്നും സംഭവിച്ചില്ല. എനിക്കല്പ്പം  ആശ്വാസമായി.പക്ഷേ നളിനി അപ്പോഴും മ്ലാനത  ഉപേക്ഷിച്ചില്ല. ബാലാ ,ബാലാ നീ എവിടെ ആണ്?” ബാലകൃഷ്ണൻ എന്ന എന്നെ അമ്മയും അച്ഛനും വിളിക്കുന്നത്അങ്ങിനെയാണ്.
ഇവിടെ ഉണ്ട് എന്തേ വിളിച്ചത്?”
ഒന്നും ഇല്ല, രാത്രിയിൽ ഇനി കടയിലും മറ്റും പോകേണ്ട.” അൽപ്പം
ഇടറിയ ശബ്ദത്തിൽ അമ്മ.
എന്തായാലും എനിക്ക്ഒരു ധൈര്യം വന്നിരുന്നു.അതുകാരണം
അൽപ്പം നേരത്തെ തന്നെ ഉറങ്ങാൻ കിടന്നു. നിദ്ര  കാര്യമായ്തന്നെ എന്നെ ആശ്ലേഷിച്ചു. കുറെ ദിവസ്സങ്ങളായി വിഷാദത്തടവറയിൽ  കിടന്നിരുന്നതല്ലേ!

നളിനി അവളുടെ കരങ്ങൾ എന്നുടെ നെഞ്ചിൽ പതുക്കെ വെച്ചു നോക്കി. നിദ്രാദേവി കോപത്തോടെ പിൻവാങ്ങി. അവൾ എന്നുടെ നെഞ്ചിലേക്കു തന്നെ നോക്കിക്കൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു. ഒന്നും അറിയാത്ത ഭാവത്തിൽ ഞാൻ ചോദിച്ചു "എന്തുപറ്റി?ഉറങ്ങുന്നില്ലേ? നീ വിഷമിക്കേണ്ട. ! ഒരു  ജാതകം! ഒന്നും ശെരിയായി വരണമെന്നില്ല. നാൽപ്പത്തിനാലുവയസ്സു തികയുന്നദിവസ്സം മരണം വരെ സംഭവിക്കാവുന്ന ഗ്രിഹപ്പിഴ ആണന്നല്ലേ എഴുതി വച്ചിരിക്കുന്നത്.” പക്ഷേ അവളുടെ ആകാംക്ഷ  ഒഴിഞ്ഞുപോകാൻ തയ്യാറായില്ല.
"എനിക്കൊന്നും സംഭവിക്കില്ല. പൊന്നുമക്കൾ  മിടുക്കരായി വിദ്യാഭ്യാസം പൂർത്തിയാക്കി ഉദ്യൊഗമൊക്കെ കിട്ടിയിട്ടേ ഞാൻ പൊവുകയൊള്ളു . നിന്നേയും അച്ഛനമ്മമാരേയും തനിച്ചാക്കില്ല. യമലോകത്ത് എനിക്ക്വേണ്ടി ഒഴിവില്ല. അതുകൊണ്ട് വിസ അടിച്ചിട്ടില്ല.”
"എന്താ ഇങ്ങിനെയൊക്കെ പറയുന്നത്? ജാതകവിവരമൊക്കെ എങ്ങിനെ അറിഞ്ഞു?"
"എനിക്കെല്ലാം അറിയാം. ഒരിക്കൽ എനിക്ക് ജാതകം വായിക്കാൻ കിട്ടി. നീ നെഞ്ചിൽ കൈ വെച്ചതു ശ്വാസം പരിശോധിക്കുവാൻ അല്ലെ? എന്നിൽനിന്നുംഒന്നും ഒളിക്കേണ്ട.ഏതോ ഒരു പൊട്ട ജ്യോത്സ്യൻ എന്തോ എഴുതിവെച്ചു. അതൊന്നും സംഭവിക്കില്ല.” സമയം പന്ത്രണ്ട്ആയ ധൈര്യത്തിൽ ഞാൻ അടിച്ചുവിട്ടു. ജാതകം എന്നെ ആരും കാണിച്ചിരുന്നില്ല. ജാതകം വായിച്ചപ്പോൾ തൊട്ടു മനസ്സിനെ ഒരു മൂക ശോകം പിടികൂടിയിരുന്നു
പെട്ടെന്നാണ് ചന്ദ്രിക മനസ്സിലേക്കു കടന്നുവന്നത്.എനിക്കവളും അവൾക്കു ഞാനും എല്ലാമെല്ലാമായിരുന്നു. അവളുടെ അച്ഛന്‍ പറഞ്ഞുപോലും അവർ ഒരു പരീക്ഷണത്തിനു തയ്യാറല്ലായെന്ന്. ചന്ദ്രികയേ സ്വപ്നം ണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നതിൽ അര്‍ഥം ഇല്ല എന്നു മനസ്സിലായി.ഞാൻ മനസ്സിനെ സമാധാനിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ ശ്രമിച്ചു. അതു എന്നെ അനുസരിക്കാതെ ചന്ദ്രികയുടെ പിറകെ  പാഞ്ഞുകൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു .
ഞാൻ എല്ലാവരിൽ നിന്നും എല്ലാകാര്യത്തിൽനിന്നും ഒരു ഒളിച്ചോട്ടം ആണ് ആഗ്രഹിച്ചത്‌. പലപല സ്ഥലങ്ങളിലും പോയി ഹാജർ വെച്ചു .വെറുതെ! ഒരു ആശ്വാസവും തോന്നിയില്ല.ചന്ദ്രിക കൂടുതലായി മനസ്സിനെ അലട്ടിക്കൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു.
സ്ഥലങ്ങൾ മാറിയാലും ഞാൻഞാൻ  തന്നെ എന്ന് മനസ്സിലായി തിരിച്ചു  വീട്ടിലേക്കു തന്നെ പോന്നു. അമ്മയ്ക്കും അച്ഛനും കുറച്ചു സമാധാനം കിട്ടി എന്നുതോന്നുന്നു.
 അവർ വിവാഹം ആലോചിയ്ക്കുവാൻ  തുടങ്ങി .ഞാൻ വഴങ്ങിയില്ല. വിവാഹം വേണ്ടെന്നു തന്നെ പറഞ്ഞു.ഒടുവിൽ എല്ലാവരുടെയും ഇങ്ങിതത്തിനു വഴങ്ങി. ഇപ്പോൾ തോന്നുന്നു നന്നായി എന്ന്.
 എല്ലാം അറിഞ്ഞു കൊണ്ടു തന്നെ ജാതകത്തിൽ വിശ്വാസമില്ലാത്ത നനിളിനിയുടെ അച്ഛൻ നളിനിയെ എനിക്കുതന്നു.
എന്താ ഇനി ആലോചിയ്ക്കുന്നത്? സമയം ഒരു മണി ആകാൻ പോകുന്നു.”
 ഘടികാരം സന്തോഷത്തോടെ ഒരു മണി ആയതു ഞങ്ങളെ  ഓർമ്മപ്പെടുത്തി.നിദ്രാദേവി എപ്പോഴോ ഞങ്ങളെതഴുകി സുന്ദര സ്വപ്നത്തിലേക്ക് ആനയിച്ചു.