Appu


He was the cutest, was more charming than his female counterpart Paru. But a real man, always serious and complacent. What were you thinking sweetheart? What kept you preoccupied all the time? You were the cutest of all; no I'm not trying to cover up my folly by complimenting you more.


It all started on a chilling November morning. You seemed to be unusually tired and exhausted. I'm not narrating what you've gone through my dear, that was too much, I couldn’t help you much.

And one day, I was out with my friends and there was no one else in our home, (yes that was day after Karthika, celebrations all around for deity) and you and Paru were alone at home. When I came back you were standing beside the door, waiting for me (?). You know, how happy I was, seeing you recovering from the sufferings and waiting there looking at me??. I opened the door and you ran to me....fell on my lap...I gave you some drops of water and…. that was it...you were waiting for me for that last drops of water and then you left me forever.

It is more than three years now, but you were one of a kind. I don't want anyone to sympathise you, because you were a real man: serious, noble and matured.

Salutes my dear

Comments

Rejil Krishnan said…
Touching post.
At times, life plays a different role, to show you the love of a quieter being, loyal and with you all the way.
Honestly, this incident is so warm, coincidences or mere happenings? no answer...
October 10, 2008 at 9:59 PM
Midhun Murali said…
Thanks for going thru my scribbling. My life is full of such happenings..both sad and good...sometimes they are not even explainable...i'm sure everyone of us has gone thru such experiences...this globe is a small place.
October 10, 2008 at 10:43 PM
TedCode said…
words dont say everything in life..some experiences leave us speechless but teach us a lot..
personal experiences who's value can not be measured, but worth known only to us...
October 12, 2008 at 1:50 AM
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