[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. 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 fun during their babe-stage. And they reached their
education-conclusive classes now. Whenever Urmila tried to retrieve her mind
from the memories, it did not obey her. Again it went on a tour to the backyard
of mind.]
Now pl. read.
On a Sunday Urmila and Sharmila went to light the
holy stone-lamp in their mini forest(sacred woods). After lighting the lamp in a
hallowed way, closing the eyes both of them prayed to the snake-deity and
turned to go back. At the expanse of the land in front at a corner stood a
physique holding the open hands upside down in a blessing posture. “May you be
first in the class, mole,” Vinod as if a
sage. All the three burst into laughter.
“Why here?” Urmila.
“To pray to God,” Vinod.
“Did you pray for good results in Exams?”
innocently Sharmila.
“Yea, I did! I prayed for many things.”
Waffling some mumbo jumbo just for fun
sake, they reached home. And at the gate Vinod bade goodbye.
Academics as well as games stole their time
and days one after another and they reached the door-sill of the last Exams for
the year. All brooded on the books in the nest of studies. The exams of tenth
and the smaller classes came to the conclusive days somewhat alike, as the
schedule of the latter was sporadic. Eventually all heaved a sigh of relief and
literally all of them together celebrated that day by running and jumping in
the vacant land close to the girl’s safe haven.
The vacation had brought in frequency of
their meeting again. Late dawns drew them out of bed and placed them on
routines like brushing, bathing, breakfast etc. However play area regularly
embraced them. The days rolled rather flew away with their amusing games, chat
and talk about movie heroes, arguments and discussions about a little bit
politics and the such, though the girls were many a time mere spectators in
this course.
Climbing trees, eating mangoes, sucking
cashew apples, biting Artocarp fruit etc were on full swing. Their hands spared
not the small and big fruits of wild plants, hedge herbs etc. Kites also had
their roll in their enchantment and entertainment.
One day when Achchan came home from
office he saw both his daughters standing on the guava tree. Urmila was
advancing to pluck a fruit from a top twig. As soon as did the girls see their
father, both bustled to climb down and
Sharmila got her skin peeled off on the hand.
Both the girls earned their reproof in a sizable quantity from Achchan with the fall of a stick on the thigh. As every
starting has an end the vacation also ended throwing three, the girls and Akhil
Chacko back to the school and the other boys on the look-out of their admissions
in the nearby college. They had all accomplished their tenth grade without a
wide difference in their scores. Still Anand had to undergo slightly a bitter
time of rebuke from parents, as they weighed him against the other two.
Days performed their duty well and grew
to months and years without fail. Urmila is in eleventh grade (by then the
pre-degree course had been detached from the colleges and linked with the
schools gifting it a new cloak named higher secondary) and Vinod in first year
degree course. Their affection had attained density more and hence they had
discovered means and spots for meeting more.
[To be contd.]
Hari OM
ReplyDelete...the plot thickens! I suspect 'achchan' will not be pleased... YAM xx
The rest will follow, thank you, Yamini.
ReplyDeletewhats blooming in story
ReplyDeletewaiting for next part
It will loom here,sm.Thank you.
DeleteExam pressure... Prayers... Vacation and fun...
ReplyDeleteAnd all this happening in backdrop of Kerala...
I am enjoying each ounce of it...
Waiting for romance to bloom...!!!!
Keep going :)
ea! It will bloom.Thank you,Satya.
DeleteNow I am on the edge of the seat.
ReplyDeleteThe love will bloom now.Thank you for such a comment.
DeleteAchchan is a lovable character every South Indian can relate to!
ReplyDeleteAchchan is a lovable character every South Indian can relate to!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sun Bloom.
DeleteLove is in the air :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Amrit.
ReplyDelete