[Urmila
and Sharmila are sisters. The elder one Sharmila was in love with Vinod, her
neighbour, even when they passed through the school-age. Father had brought
proposals which she resisted tooth and nail, though she knew not the result.
She recalled her baby-hood memories in which Vinod always sided with her in all
the activities. Once she lost her ear-drops, the gang saved her from the
reproach of parents. A squad of six used to engage themselves in kiddies’
amusements a lot. They played in and with water and sand, dawdled time in group
games and funs during their babe-stage. And they reached their
education-conclusive classes now.]
Now please read.
Time and again Urmila’s mind jumped into the curious experiences
of the time gone. Adolescence had
driven away the childhood from the children. Some sort of incomprehensible
strangeness loomed in the stance of theirs. A tow-like pull towards each other
occupied the minds of the duo, Urmila and Vinod. A special genus of delicacy in
passing freely her feelings to Vinod developed in Urmila. At the same time she coveted
for his occurrence within her approach. And so was the case somewhat with Vinod
also. She dug in her memory to locate the time when it started.
After the tests and all,
the Onam vacation was on its round. Sharmila and Urmila with their
flower-basket rummaged around to gather flowers. Vinod and Akhil joined them
though gathering flowers was a feminine duty. Urmila tried to pick flowers from
plants on the slant of the mud-wall, but couldn’t she reach there. Vinod held
her hand and helped her. And that touch passed an electric current through
their mind. This was the first instance that painted their acquaintance with
the colour of craze. Urmila looked down and hurried to return home.
Onam vacation, ‘Pookkalam’
decoration and Onam celebration etc. went on providing the children with ample
amusement and entertainment. Relishing feast with ‘Payasam’(rice pudding) and Pappad
along with next of kin from far enthused them all with joy and delight.
As days passed the hurdles of monthly tests, commencement began blinking.
Urmila was in eighth and Vinod in tenth. Academics showed no mercy as they
levied the children with home work, project, monthly-tests, term-tests and so
on.
“ Amma(mother), I have to study a lot. I’ll sit under the tree by
the paddy field. I can focus more there,” Urmila carrying a book in hand headed
for the tree- shade on the Sunday preceding the test.
“Have your breakfast and go.”
“No, Amma I am not hungry.”
“Holidays make the children lazy. You get up late. Eat nothing.
Come, have something.”
Reluctantly Urmila came back to have a small quantity of rice
noodles (idiyappam) in a rapid way. Something tempted her to prepare for the
next day’s test in the land outside home. Though it was their land it existed
slightly away from home. She opted for the shade of an Artocarpus (Anjili) tree
to befriend with her studies. She opened the book and concentrated on the
lesson aiming to cover a certain portions.
“O! Very studious, preparing for IAS?” the very recognizable voice
astonished her, since she had a yen for that there.
“Why are you here?”
“I came to show you my new pen,” Vinod created a reason to visit
her.
A chit-chat for the sake of being together took place before they
left for home.
The onset of adulthood had
reduced the rate of scuffles and wrestles, prevailed among the comrades
earlier. Their petty clashes they lessened giving room for a matured attitude.
Of course they kept their gatherings live though not frequent. They had
earmarked time for that.
Slowly-slowly an infatuating
inclination crawled towards the mindset of the children, Vinod and Urmila. A
glowing spark visited their eyes at the sight itself and an infatuation was the
upshot. The infatuation in fact was growing and metamorphosing gradually into
affection. And the affection infused in them a longing for each other’s
presence.
Urmila and Vinod somehow discovered time and reasons for meeting
each other. They sometimes warily avoided the companies of their kith and kin
like Anand, Akhil, George and Sharmila. Academic burden was given the blame of
being away from friends. Gradually the fissure of frequencies widened in
accordance with the academic pressure of classes growing higher. And that slit
paved more ways for those two teenagers to be more than together whenever they
desired so.
When they were little children the girls used to go to Vinod’s
house rather they had the liberty to visit it repetitively. But at the
attainment of puberty the eldres chained their legs and laid restrictions. However
the lure between Urmila and Vinod helped them choose areas away from the view
of elders. The venue of most of their get-together was the propinquity of the
mini forest of Urmila’s family which was near her reside. It had copious number
of plants growing profusely.
More and more water of their alliance flowed through the burn of their
love. As more and more years joined their age, the burn went on widening. And
finally it fell into the ocean of inseparability.
sarala [to be contd.]
Beautiful. Very Romantic.
ReplyDeleteThank you,SG.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDelete....I am preparing for the onset of tears... YAM xx
Thank you,Yamini.
ReplyDeleteInnocent and lovely... Can feel their growing love...
ReplyDeleteOnam vacations and Pookkalam took me back to my childhood days...
Happy to read about uncorrupted love...
Thank you,Loco.
DeleteVery romantic story of undiluted love. Waiting for the next part.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Usha.
ReplyDeleteVery touching and romantic... waiting waiting!
ReplyDeleteNot much delay.Thank you,Privy.
ReplyDeleteLoving this young romantic tale :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Amrit.
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