Ormakal marikkumo? Olangal Nilakkumo? Does the memories ever fade? Does tide ever cease?
Mulakulam- the quaint little village where I was born lies in Central Kerala in Kottayam District. Although, it has changed over the last 40 years since I have been there, it always brings back pleasant memories of my child hood. I was born in my Uncle's house. I have happy memories of following my Aunt around while she did her chores around the house and listening to my grandma reciting shlokas from Bhagvad gita. The west verandah where my Uncle used to sit and read his news paper and my grandpa would fix his "Murukkan" ( Tobacco chew).
The house was surrounded by coconut trees on all sides and a vast rice paddy field in the back. In front right across the road was a temple- Vadukunnapuzha kshetram. My Uncle's house was a big house during that time, in the early 60s. The wrought iron gate said- "Manimandiram". Mani was my uncle's nickname. The long winding road in one direction took you to another town - Peruva and the “Sri Lakshmana swamy kshetram” (temple)on the other side. That was my world till I turned 5. I did not know if anything existed beyond that. Neither did I care. My cousins would make me "Olapanthu" (ball made out of coconut leaves), Olawatch-watch made out of coconut leaves etc. There was a certain kind of leaf that would spin in circles when placed strategically on an "Eerkili" ( vein of coconut leaf), it was called "Kattadi".
One time a lottery ticket seller came to the house and my Aunt bought a ticket, I was curious to know how it worked, so my Aunt explained if our ticket wins, the next day we can go to kottayam to collect the winner's share, Rs 50,000.00. I was excited. the next day I woke up, took a shower and I was ready to go, My Aunt had forgotten about the whole thing and she asked me where to ? to which I replied to collect our money from the lottery winnings. She tried to make me understand , but I would have none of it, I threw tantrums and cried a lot. My aunt, God bless her soul.
What prompted me to write this? I don't know.....may be I am afraid that some day I will forget the details of the joy I had as a little child. Or maybe it is because I miss my chettan (oldest cousin) who passed away recently. I was lucky to be by his side when he passed away. I saw him slowly drifting away into blissful oblivion. May Lord Lakshmana always be with you, chetta.
The house was surrounded by coconut trees on all sides and a vast rice paddy field in the back. In front right across the road was a temple- Vadukunnapuzha kshetram. My Uncle's house was a big house during that time, in the early 60s. The wrought iron gate said- "Manimandiram". Mani was my uncle's nickname. The long winding road in one direction took you to another town - Peruva and the “Sri Lakshmana swamy kshetram” (temple)on the other side. That was my world till I turned 5. I did not know if anything existed beyond that. Neither did I care. My cousins would make me "Olapanthu" (ball made out of coconut leaves), Olawatch-watch made out of coconut leaves etc. There was a certain kind of leaf that would spin in circles when placed strategically on an "Eerkili" ( vein of coconut leaf), it was called "Kattadi".
One time a lottery ticket seller came to the house and my Aunt bought a ticket, I was curious to know how it worked, so my Aunt explained if our ticket wins, the next day we can go to kottayam to collect the winner's share, Rs 50,000.00. I was excited. the next day I woke up, took a shower and I was ready to go, My Aunt had forgotten about the whole thing and she asked me where to ? to which I replied to collect our money from the lottery winnings. She tried to make me understand , but I would have none of it, I threw tantrums and cried a lot. My aunt, God bless her soul.
What prompted me to write this? I don't know.....may be I am afraid that some day I will forget the details of the joy I had as a little child. Or maybe it is because I miss my chettan (oldest cousin) who passed away recently. I was lucky to be by his side when he passed away. I saw him slowly drifting away into blissful oblivion. May Lord Lakshmana always be with you, chetta.