Toothbrush (Tamil)

Toothbrush

மஞ்சள் வெய்யிலின் நிறத்துக்கு ஈடாக நான் சாப்பிட்டுகொண்டிருந்த லெமன் சாதம் பளபளத்துக்கொண்டிருக்க,நான் அதை வெறித்தனமாக கபளீகரம்செய்து கொண்டிருந்ததை அந்த ரயிலின் உள்ள அனைத்து பயணிகளும் கண் இமைக்காமல் பார்த்துகொண்டிருந்த அந்த கண்கொள்ளா காட்சியை வர்ணிக்க எனக்கு வாய் இல்லை.அவ்ளோ பசி. வாய் முழுவதும்சாதம். தொட்டு கொள்ள உருளைக்கிழங்கு சிப்ஸ் பாக்கெட் வாங்கினது ரொம்ப சௌகர்யமாக இருந்தது.

ஒரு அரை மணி நேரமாக,மானை புலி வேட்டை ஆடுவதுபோல் நான் சங்கீதா ஹோட்டலில் வாங்கிய பார்சலை வேட்டை ஆடி கொண்டு இருந்தேன். இரவு சாப்பாடு இனிதே சுபம் அடைந்ததை கொண்டாடும் விதமாக, பையில் வைத்து இருந்தஆரஞ்சு பழச்சுளைகளை உள்ளே தள்ளி விட்டு, உலகமே அதிரவைக்கும் படியாக ஏப்பத்தை விட்டதும் தான் என்னை சுற்றி இருந்த உலகமே எனக்கு புரிந்தது. திருச்சி ஸ்டேஷன் நாளை காலை 5 மணிக்கு வரும் என்று அம்மா சொல்லி இருக்க, காலை சூரியனை கூட கண்டிராத எனக்கு ஐந்து மணிக்கு முழிப்பது என்பது பிரம்ம பிரயத்னம்.

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CBC Valentine’s Day Post – Chapter 7 – Ahalya Ramanathan

This is a chain love story as a part of CBC (Chennai Bloggers Club) chain story relay. In this we write a love story as this month is for love. 20 Bloggers will write one chapter of a love story to make a beautiful love story. 🙂   How do you know it will be a beautiful story? Never mind, Love stories are beautiful.

Catchup with the previous 6 chapters HERE


Chapter 7

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Ahalya Ramanathan

I know I’m letting in things to myself. This is weird to me. There have been times in my life when I wished I had someone for me –someone who can be with me forever. But this new change in my life which I’ve let it happen is completely out of circumstances. I should have let him go and never allowed him to gauge the subtle perturbations of my heart that seeks compensational affection that I’m exerting out of him. He is honest, lovable and someone who can be trusted. Not just because I’ve spent some three hours of my waiting time chatting away in glory with him, but something in me that involuntarily drifted my senses towards him.

After all the hearty conversations, I have become conscious again – conscious of not wanting to get hurt, to suffer another insomnia.

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Come with me! – [Short Story]

As I was taking an indolent stroll in that lonely road, in the wee hours of freezing December, I found this glittering placard pointing towards the west with the bold letters shining red – Contemporary Arts Museum. Since the winter was more piercing, even with the fur coat dominating my feminine enclothing, I decided to give in to the warmth of the museum.

I stepped into the museum whose facade was well lit and showed signs of being operational even at this freaking hour of 2.00 am. The benignity of the lady at the counter was well expressed – graciousness personified. She smiled and gestured me to sign the entry register.

Sarah Parker. I entered my name with my cold white fingers precariously trying to hold the ball point tip pen.

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Short Story: High on Coffee

He pulled her towards his bare chest and said, “We have almost found the exact thing”

“But how did you find it,” exclaimed Vaishnavi as she unclipped herself from Surendar’s arms, with her eyes full of excitement, and sat upright in the bed.

Vaishnavi was restless in her black spaghetti tops and crimson crushed cotton shorts, as it was a breakthrough in their research project for their final year course on journalism.

“Please tell me, now. puhleeeessss” she begged.

“Okay, I’ll just tell you how I found out. Remaining details, I’ll show you tomorrow”

“Okay, what’s it?” enquired Vaishnavi.

“I visited my native yesterday. There I met this person who takes care of Crematory,” sighed Surendar and said, “He helped me in collecting few samples from buried corpse”

“What’s that? Did you get them here?”

“Yes”

“Come on let me see…” said Vaishnavi excitingly with her eyes wide open.

“No, not now. I said tomorrow, in the library.”

“Okay…” she said frowning.

It was already half past eleven pm on a Sunday night. She has placed her head in his chest and he was caressing the strands of hair falling on her forehead, thinking about tomorrow’s course of actions. Just two months remaining for thesis submission. His heart was thumping fast. She could clearly hear the vibrations. He was slowly dozing off, holding her in his arms. In a few minutes, she too drifted to the land of dreams as she closed her eyes resting on her beloved’s chest.

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Sitting alone in my room in the fifth floor of my apartment, it was very difficult for me to resist the urge. The urge to do it. I always tried to control my senses, but this time again, and every time, I fail before my own senses. I stand before my sub conscious, my head hanging down, and my own mind impregnated with the guilt.

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3. Legged Kolukkattai – [Appa Sonna Kathaigal]

PS: My 3rd story in this “Appa Sonna Kathaigal” series!!! Click on the “Appa Sonna Kathaigal” link in the Category list to read other stories! 🙂

Prologue

It was just another night when I was all geared up for a bed time story.

“Tell me a story, Daddy” I said.

“What story you want me to tell?” asked my dad.

Kolukkatttai story, Kolukkatttai story” I jumped.

“Okay, I’ll tell you a new story today on Kolukkattai” saying so, he started the story in his own narrative style.

Story

As in every other bed time story, there lived a family in a remote village where the family had just 10 children with their mother and father. It was a great ordeal for the mother to manage all her ten children. Every other day, she had to be the referee for some or the other quarrels that these children got into.

It was just another day for them, one fine afternoon when the youngest of the son peeped into the kitchen, where his mom was cooking evening snacks, sitting on the ground in the mud stove, hugged from behind.

“What are you doing here sweetheart?” asked the mother.

“I want Kolukkattai mummy” said the kid.

“Awww , my munna wants a Kolukkattai…mommy will make for you” she replied.

He happily left the place.

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That night everyone in the family assembled to have the Kolukkattai.

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