*From To Sathish* - Thread 3 - Page 5

Death of a mosquito

When you gotta go,you gotta go and i sat down to go and lo,behold a fat and dark mosquito floated here and there and gently landed on my ankle.I have got feet,pale and fair which would put a fair maiden to shame and so i could easily see the insect,a black spot on my skin.I took a deep breath,held still and raised my book to whack it and well the sting was in and the mosquito was caught with my blood in its gob.
It said " hold, i am just going to take a few drops for my eggs and for my future family,so please don't kill me".
I said " few drops of blood but why should i stay my hand and let you live".
The insect thought and whispered " but you live under the protection of your wife,sister vanitha and your friends sanjay and venket,so why can't i live under your protection".
I replied " that is between me and them and if you want to know why,you should ask them and god and not put this kind of emotional stuff on me ".
I raised the book and was about to bring it down and the mosquito dug in deeper and wailed " wait,wait. you are an official blood donor and donate regularly,four times a year and sometimes are called in the middle of the night to donate blood to people you have no connection at all.so why cant you let me take a few drops and donate to my kind".
I stayed my hand,steadied my hand and my head and said i am neither the yaksha nor dharmaraj to answer these questions.you will take blood but you will pass on or maybe pass on germs and disease filled stuff into my blood.so why should i let you live to do the same and make more baby mosquitoes to do the same crime you are doing".
The mosquito whimpered and said "i have no idea and only my god knows that".
I smiled an evil smile that would have put a lot of villains to shame and brought the book down and splattered the mosquito and said " well go to your god and find out why you are thus and why i am thus".

Chapter 25

"But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin." Mitch Albom, For One More Day

She took his seed in and then just as the seed took roots in her femininity, she felt the change in her body and then she bloomed as she felt the change in her soul. She touched her stomach aching to see what was and what would appear in the end. She sat alone dreaming of the child that would come and spoke to him, sang to him and she felt more alive than before. She sang the song of all mothers and yes, even blind mothers sing and yes the child inside listened and listened more as it lay in her lap. That is why, we are asked ' what is your mother tongue ' when someone wants to know what your native language is or where you are from.

With her breasts she feeds you her soul and from that soul we learn what it is to care, to cherish and nurture.

The song of Avini and Azhagan

Her hands slowly felt her son's tiny body and he kicked, squealed and burped loudly as he felt joy from the touch of his mothers soul. Avini smiled and she cried for she felt cursed for not being able to see her child and tears of frustration poured down her cheeks and on to his body. The child stopped and stared at her and whimpered in fear for he felt the pain she felt. She hugged him close to her bosom and whispered in his tiny ears ' no my son, i cry for you and me and that will do and i don't want you to cry or feel pain in any form '. Avini gently sang songs about the forest and her village kurunji and slowly azhagan fell asleep.

The coming of the lion as avini brought azhagan into this world had sent shocks and tremors through the village. But everybody had come to realise that something special had happened when azhagan had come into the light of the life and had reconciled themselves to this strange and incredible phenomenon. They gave the mandapam a wide berth and only the temple priest and his wife dared to venture near avini and that was to provide food and help.The lion had a habit of looking at everyone directly in the eye as if he was examining their very souls, measuring them and judging them. But the villagers understood that the lion was there to protect the village and kept the secret of the king and their new prince a secret and everybody swore to never reveal it to anyone.

One morning avini heard azhagan crying loudly and she stumbled towards him and found him sitting next to gayatri. not knowing why her child was crying, she yelled for the villagers to come and help and looked at gayatri but could not see her. Avini did not know what to make of it and then slowly she realized that although she could see her son's light and the lights in the forest,she could not see gayatri's light and it dawned that her faithful cow was slipping away. Avini started crying loudly and she felt gayatri's face and holding it gently, she kissed her companion who had been with her from the time she was a child. The cow nuzzled her gently and passed on and avini's heart broke in pain for gayatri had been her family, friend and eyes in this dark world. azhagan slowly stood up on his shaky legs and made his way towards avini taking one step at a time and then coming near her gently held her and avini felt the warrior, mighty warrior he would become. mother and son consoled each other and they made their magic in their magic world as war loomed on the horizon.

"There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was an illusion, a mirage, and that the distance between them was now infinite, unyielding. " Jhumpa Lahiri, Unaccustomed Earth

Mirror on the wall and your reflection in others eyeballs

My tryst with a mirror began when was when i was a tot and just as crows do and as do other animals,i stood before the shiny surface and wondered why i looked the way i looked and examined my mug.I used to jump on the mirror from the sides of the wall,seeing if i could scare the reflection away and soon tired of it.the tryst began when i realised that the mirror was there to admire myself and try to also work out the shit brown,sun burnt and oil starved curls on my large dome.At one point i gave up this useless exercise,realising that i was stuck with this look and went on to do or think of better things.

Chapter 26

"As I exclaimed 'Jane! Jane! Jane!' a voice- I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was- replied, 'I am coming: wait for me;' and a moment after, went whispering on the wind the words- Charlotte Bront, Jane Eyre

I close my eyes and still you fill my sight.

I place my hand on my chest and feel you beat with my heart.

I turn the shower on and the water cascaded over me

just as your lips trailed kisses all over me

I saw my palms thick with calluses

and yet all i feel is the softness of your skin

I breathe in the air and they fill my lungs

and they are filled with the fragrance of your sweat and body

we are lovers, we are soul mates

we were two halves and now we have become one

satish

The other half of eternal love

Pavalam wondered what was going on in her daughter's mind and she was puzzled why the child always made her way to greet the morning sun.This had begun from the time that thenmozhi could stand and walk a tottering funny walk that endeared her to one and all and she was the darling of the king and the entire palace.

Pavalam knelt by her daughter and looked in the direction that she was looking at and but for the sun she could not understand what it was that captured her attention thus. A gentle smile played on thenmozhi's tiny lips and it was a smile that she had not gifted her mother or anyone else. This smile that played on her lips and that lit her beautiful black almond shaped eyes came from her soul and only she knew what it was.

Thenmozhi turned towards her mother and raised her tiny palms into claws and made growling noises and pointed towards the sun. Pavalam shook her head in confusion and now gathering frustration and scooping her child into her arms,walked away into the house.

Thenmozhi raised her hand and waved to the sun and giggling planted a kiss on her mother's cheek. Pavalam hugged her tight and tickled her belly that brought more chuckles and giggles from the child.

"Hell, yes. The idea that there's one soul out there, waiting to merge with mine like some data-sharing program, depresses the hell out of me."

"It's not like that. It's not about losing yourself."

"Then what is it?" Alex was only half listening, still occupied with the viselike tightness of his chest.

"It's like your whole life you 've been falling toward the earth, until the moment someone catches you. And you realise that somehow you 've caught her at the same time. And together, instead of falling, you might be able to fly." Lisa Kleypas, Dream Lake

There are many songs in our lives as there are many compositions to accompany them.There is the beautiful song of a mother and child,there is the beautiful song of friendship and the most beautiful song of love,eternal love.But the song becomes a masterpiece when they all come together and become one great symphony

Real love is such that we have to change avatars often to suit and to adapt to the situation.one and only one has the power to do that and he or she is the other half.

There are a few chapters more and a few steps left before i sing the song Azhagan and Thenmozhi.It is a song of love ,a song of sacrifice and it is a song that will echo eternally.

Sami kitta solli putten

unna nenjil vachikitten

othaya nee naanum pesikave mudiyalanu

manasukkulla pesikittom

suthama nee naanum paathukkave mudiyalanu

kanavukkulla paathukkittom

Sami kitta solli putten

unna nenjil vachikitten

Song from the film Daas

The sun that rises in the east and bathes you is the same sun that bathes me and touching you it touches me and brings more of you and more of love.