‘’ Birds of the air neither sow nor reap’’[2 ]
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Paul achan hates this silence and loneliness.Through the window
he could see the endless concrete buildings…looking upwards he could see a
square piece of the sky blue sometimes cloudy,looking downwards he could see
the different coloured vehicles;cars and lorries running in two or three
rows;like ants.Nowadays when he see Geogi or his wife Soni he wanted to talk
,but words fail;he don’t know from where to begin or what to talk.At night no
sleep at all.No differance between day and night.When he hears the tingling
sound from the kitchen, he knows that Soni got up.Then the yelling of Geogy…he
knows that he is waking up the children.After some time when he hears the
banging of the door
,he knows all of them had gone to offices and schools.Then slowly Paul achan used to come out of his
room. Then his brake fast,..lunch…tea in a flask …every thing will be on the
dining table in the same place but he
does’nt feel like eating ,no appetite….slowly ,without his knowledge his mind
will go to his village.There he was somebody respected loved
and honoured much, by the villagers.Where there was a
function Paul achan was the most respected person,and his commands were carried
out without any hesitation.In his village, in his thatched house was also the
same.His words were the last words…that everybody obeyed. Here he is nobody …nobody
knows him…..
nobody wants him ….nobody to care for him…nobody to love
him..He is one among the moveable property.He pinched at his thigh…to find out
wether he is alive or not.Yes he is alive…He thought …what is the use of him ,being
alive?He wanted to go back…but where to go…his house was sold and the money was
shared among the three children…on condition that he should be looked after
by them equally.For four months he will be with Georgy in U.S then four months
with his second son
Boban then the remaining four moth with his daughter Susi in Canada .Where ever he
goes everywhere the same pin drop silence and solitude
followed him…to kill
him. One day he ran away
from this silence..
and that running ended in an asylum….he could not remember how
he reached there…Any way he felt homely….he could see the faces of
human beings…hear the sound of human beings ; birds of the same feather.
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
ബേര്ഡ്സ് ഓഫ് ദ് സെയിം ഫെതര്!
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Dear Ajit thank you so much for the comments .shakunthala
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