Thursday, December 21, 2006

8 years on

Once upon a time, she knew exactly where he was if given a day and time. Mondays at 4pm - remedial classes. Thursdays at 7:30pm - adipradakshinam around the shrine of his namesake Subramanian. Sundays at 11:00am - he would be hand fed Molagu Kozhambu by his mother, struggling to keep his eyes open after a soporific oil bath. And every day at 9:00pm he would wait for her near the tank on the terrace. ‘What are you doing now?’ she wondered sighing as she called out her son’s name. A roundel of molagu kozhambu clutched in her lined palm.

(Today's 100)

7 comments:

F e r r a r i said...

Molagu kozhambu. *Drools*

TomCruiseChellumm said...

This relates to the last post. Not this one. Now that 8 years on has come out, no more comments would be read on the earlier one (Correspondence closed!)
I think you got a long way to go. When I came back from foreign lands at the age of 46 and up stairs Venkatraman Mama's 30 something daughter Vidya called me "Uncle"-- that was the first time I froze

Anonymous said...

'roundel'. a new word for me. aptly describes the perfect sphere of paruppu saadham ammas make without any calipers to help.
thanks.

Vi said...

I haven't had molagu kozhambu in a long time..though today I just had vetta kozhambu (which was delicious, especially combined with theyur saddham).

1$ Saint said...

manoloooooooooooooooooos.....
vandhen da paalkaran....lolz
man ur consistently gud...how come?
plz gimme d magic sambrani 2 me 2...
bless me yakka....

Akira said...

Very touching!....or have i missed something?.......e1 else seems to have noticed the dish... ;)

Arbit Orbit said...

Very well written ... on a lighter note, remember that Pankaj Udhas song "Chithi aahyi hai, aahyi hai, Chithi aahyi hai...." Maybe that could come in handy to get in touch. LOL.

Its just one of those listless days for mindless writing.

Nonetheless, you write very well.