All the smart arse lines...
All the dumbness.....
All the doubts..
All the questions....
All the spine....
All the enigmatic smiles..
The grins...
The giggles...
The tears of joy... of pain...
All the unbelievable situations....
The childish delight...
Each of them...
Every one of them..
The beginning...
And the end of all of it....
Its all ... you....
:)
Wow my blog seems depressing!
Its all about exams which i am not studying for and deep dark thoughts....
So....
Lets try and keep it light...
I am still not studying...
:p
The book awaits... as the tip of my pen lingers....
The hand awaits for signal from my head...
My head awaits for for heart to say go on....
The phone rings and the caller asks for me...
I say... yes... go on....
Ethu kari raavilum
Oru cheru kasavizha thunnum kiraname
Eehridaya vaathilin pazhuthilumozhuki varoo
Arikile puthu mandhaaramay vidaru nee
Punaruvaan kothi thonnunoree pulariyil
Angengo nin pon peeli minnunnuvoo
Athilonnente nenjoram eyyunnuvo
Unarnnu njaan
Ethu kari raavilum
Oru cheru kasavizha thunnum kiraname
Eehridaya vaathilin pazhuthilumozhuki varoo
Neeyam aathmaavin sankalpaminningane
Mindaathe mindunnathento
Orkkathirunnappol ennullil nee vannu
Thiraseela maatumorma pole sakhi
Oru naalamay poothulanju nee ninnenthino
Arikile puthu mandaaramay vidaru nee
Punaruvan kothi thonnunoree pulariyil
Njanaa ekaantha sangeethaminnangane
Manveena thedunna neram
Paadaatha paattinte then thulli nee thannu
Thelineela vaanil ekathaaramaay sakhi
Oruraavil doore ninnu nokki nee enne
Oh ethu kari raavilum
Oru cheru kasavizha thunnum kiraname
Eehridaya vaathilin pazhuthilumozhuki varoo
Arikile puthu mandhaaramay vidaru nee
Punaruvaan kothi thonnunoree pulariyil
Angengo nin pon peeli minnunnuvoo
Athilonnente nenjoram eyyunnuvo
Unarnnu njaan
Over the last few days... ive been feeling my hand go to sleep. Almost always my right hand. Never listens to what my mind asks oc it. The wrist flaps. The fingers hardly move... i can turn it around... but cant pick up things or scratch my nose....
Its scary... but not scary enough to get me running...
Maybe i ll loose the dexterity.... maybe i should go back to being a leftie. But i hardly remember hiw to hold my pen with my left hand... how would i be able to do other things????
Theres always light at the end of a tunnel i just hope i find it.
As i came home.... walking in the scorching midday sun.... my brows drenched in sweat.... droplets threatening to blind me with their sting.... the earth was cracked.... suddenly, the sun was covered with dark clouds.... i kept walking... my head throbbing.... my feet moving of their own accord... everyone i passed by were looking up... toward heaven as if requesting... pleading for a few drops to fall and to drench them in tears of heaven rather than their own sweat for once.... the pets of the street tick infested... panting with sweat dripping down their black button noses stopped the itching... their ears perked up... a dull thumping wag looked up seemingly at the dark clouds.... wondering where they would go when it rains....
As sudden as it came... the clouds... the hope disappeared.... for all of us to be burnt by the sun once again... with renewed vigor as if to say... dont you dare dream you!
It seemed the parched earth heaved a sigh of disappointment... as did the button noses... my steps hastened to reach home...
Come rain or sun...
Home is truly where the heart is.
