Evasive elocution.
Childhood ....
That man calls us with sweet smiling face only for helping him to clean his porch to drain rain water. The three cypress trees in front of the porch with lot of small fruits….not edible to humans…he never do such human things. The porch is cleaned only once every year…only when the water fills it up and the seeds got decay …rotten and foul smell spreads…and he will wait the water turns black and starts overflow through the walls…leaving black smirches of water run over the well painted walls….
He saves some 50 bugs.
Life
For him its is
Means Sum….he adds subtracts multiplies numbers…and divides relations. He seems to be straight forward in trigonometry of profit and profit. Every one thinks he was blind such as he saw…. sees….can only see metrics.
He saves crores….in hatred!
Postulate of life
A black TV draws white pictures. Sum is always counter containment.
Altogether life is symmetric at cemetery.
What saves him?
His wife filled his life with beauty, benign and mercy towards the proximal cosmic. In my childhood I sat obediently and drink a full cup of milk only in her front. She was the host of all our relations and elates host fullness.
His ideas of perverse perplex needs antagonistic purity of naïve benevolence.
She saved him …………and choose burden of his eternal scourge earthly.
She is the angel…for me… maternally.
Time
Ticks …Ticks… Ticks ….Ticks…. Ticks… Ticks
I grew monstrously.
They went reverse...
She was bed ridden and died.
After her he soon spoiled his health and mind to float. Fell bed ridden.
Vernacular colloquial called Chaarukasera.
In my home there was a kind of easy chair that has long arms to keep legs and lie slanting…allow the person to see front without moving neck…
A more Easiness’ chair for old and laziness’ chair for others…
His condition demands it.
I’ve done search and rescue operation to find the chair form the garage. Make it tidy and kept ready to be transported to his home…but he didn’t waited for that….he cant live with out her….he showed he was nothing with out her. They may be together now.
After
On these days when I saw the chair again mangled in spider net in the corner of the garage….was I doing the black revenge….?
It haunts me…
I’m not afraid of him….
But I won’t withstand her wrath.