“Yeh…. One day morning when the milkman came, he saw
Meenakshi was free from the ties in the cattle shed. When
he saw that Meenakshi was freed, the milkman got angry
and shouted loudly,
“Hey! Who freed the calf? She must have drunk all milk. My
God! What I will do? What shall I say to the Majesty? Oh!
What will I say?” He was shivering with anger.
The case directly reached to the centre.
“Centre means… your father?” she asked.
“mm…. yeh. Then there was nothing to say. The guava tree
that stands in the courtyard lost two stumps. Father had
beaten me till they had broken into several pieces…”
Actually, I was not the one who freed Meenakshi. But as it
is always, as if a drum in the hands of a drummer.”
His words were wet and broken with sorrows of the past.
Whether she realized it or not, he noticed that her face
looked sad, and little pearls of love had emerged from her
Shadows in the waters of the Periyar River darkened.
Resonance of evening prayers from a nearby temple and
masjid spread in the air.
(to be continued ..... in next issue)