My village, surrounded by mountains. The wind always make me fear during nights. I cant walk on the road with my hair combed, with dothi around me in a proper way. The wind is more powerful. It some times make you to find walking difficult. I cant here somebody calling, even standing very nearby. The climate is lovable.
The forest fire seen as the crown in the mountain, or as a border line, from my house. Just doing nothing and here the sound of the wind.... it changes the direction, sometimes synchronises with rain.
Apart from the climate, the wells, pumbsets - perennial , you cant see your foot dirty, washing cloths are easy and perfect.
Then comes hotels, rasa vadas, egg thosais,appams, bajjis very affordable prices.
Friends, play cards, giving you seems to be a life time support,care, friendship, ready to spend with 24 x 7, to criticize literature, politics, all things under the sun. Now i am thinking of சா.க(சா. கந்தசாமி) யின் "தொலைந்து போனவர்கள்". Now I don't have touch with them, But I am remembering them all, always, the classmates, then my best friends who used walk with me as a inseparable team. Ours friendship lost for years, and I hope the job, marriage, the geographical distance make us separated, but we are still friends, Upon union, I hope we will spent the same time,the same warmness to be shown, the same intimacy still felt.
Then comes my brothers friends, they are very seniors to me, giving me a kind of protection, always the help seeked is rendered, used to come almost everyday and asks how things are going.
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