As a kid i had been warned
never to look at lightning directly..
But couldnt help it
when you showed up
Like a multicolored lightning..
burning your picture on my mind..
and blinding me with love.....
And they say
Lightning never strikes twice at the same place
Maybe my heart was an exception to that..
you were my sweetest dream
which stayed on with my eyes
even while open....
Like a mid afternoon breeze
you came into my life..
Life never looked rosier
You had the most talkative eyes..
They more than compensated for
by making a mess of mine
"Hey purushaa...ithoda continuation engada" endraal Uma.
"Adipaavi..itha engenthu edutha..and by the way... thanks for the mariaathai" endru aval kaiyil iruntha antha papera pidunga muyarchithaan Ram.
"haiii..avlo easya thara maaten...veedu clean panrachay kedaichuthu..unnoda "treasure box" dabbalenthu..aama ithenna...pullayaar suzhilaam potruka..deiveega Kaadhal?"
"cha cha..first first love panromay athaan pullyaar suzhi poatu start panlaamnu.."
"velangidichi...athennada most talkative eyes..kannu pesutha...so corny...if i can flake it..namma veetuku rendu masathuku corn flakeskaagum..hahaha"
"hmm...coming from you thats bigger than pulitzer.."
"vevevee...ipdilaam ice vacha nee ezhuthirukarathu nallarukunu sollvennu expect pannaatha"
"seri..athu kedakatumm..oru cup coffee kedaikumaada...semma tireda iruku"
"naan azhagaaa iruken sollu..coffee kedaikum"
"usuala poi sonna bojanam kedaikaathu solvanga..inga ultava iruku..aaah...killathaa"
"iru iru..coffeela phenol oothi kondu varen"
"oh..appo usuala podra coffe thaana inikum"
"poda..po neeye coffee potuko" endru kovathudan sofavil ukkanthaal Uma.
"achucho..chellam...kochikaathamaa..usuala podra antha brown color thiravam potu kududa...pleeeessee...pleeeeseeee..."
"appo kuda paaru..unaku kozhupu adanguthaanu..iru iru...sakkaraiku badila uppa kotti kondu varen"
Uma kitchenukul sendra pin..vegu neram varai antha letteraiye verithu paarthavaaru amarthirunthan Ram...antha kadithathin marupaguthiyai ninaithavaray.
"Then came the season of seperation
Now if one think about it..
has no rhyme or reason..
happiness stepped out when
ego stepped in..
neither did i budge
nor did you give in..
Time rolled away..
and we went seperate ways..
travelled too far..
there is no comeback..
still goin on
with the hope that...
our paths may cross oneday..
to meet and part is the way of life..
to part and meet is the hope of life"
"Enna dorai..deep thinkingla irukeenga.."
Uma's voice brought him back to present.
"hmm..athuva..nee poda pora coffeeya nenachu konjam bayama irunthichi...medical insurance number enannu yosichitrunthen"
"ithu mokka..nejatha sollu..enna prachana..un moonjiya paakaamalaye un mood ennanu solravaluku ithu kuda teriatha.."
"onumilada" Ram smiled..
"officela prachanaiya...yaarnu sollu potu thaliralam"
"hahaa..apdi evanaachum prachanai panna kandipa unkita solren..okva"
"pinna vera ennathukaga ipdi moojiye thooki vachikitu ukkanthiruntha"
"ada raama...onumilama...inoru vaati ithey kelviya keta..aprum naan coffee poda vendirukum.."
"enna prachanainu ketathuku kolai merattala.."Eeram" padam paathala..athula vara pei mathiri coffeeya vanthu unna pazhi vaanguven"
"aama ipo coffela aavi varuthu..apo aaviye coofeeya varum"
"mokka mokka..." endru thalaiyanaiyaal Uma avanai adikka muyarchikka adi vaanguvathu pol paasaangu seithavaaray avalai katti anaithaan Ram.
(ithu "U" rated blogngarathaala..rendu flower shake aagratha neengalay imagine panikunga)
"If anyone asks you to name few things which, would be/has been, available all throughout this planet...from time immemorial...the first thing to crop in anyone's mind would be... LOVE. The simplest and most commonest of 4 letter words, albeit the most complex one at that. But more often than not, like lightning is to rain, Love is to tears. Whether they are happy tears or sad ones..no bets on that. I personally feel, there must be some vein or something going deep from your tear gland to the heart. And whenever something happens which makes it aflutter or skip a beat..it directly activates the gland and the damn tears dam, "tears" open. Well..unlike most love stories ours started where most stories would end.
Here comes the tortoise coil...weaving through the memories....
(To be contiued)