Short Stories
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I can hear Kuru, the sparrow, from my balcony as I get done brushing my teeth. But I notice, even Kuru’s song doesn’t wake him up nowadays. I go to his room to check on him. A few years ago he used to wake me up, yet I have no memory of how he used to do it. What were the words he used to wake me up? Every day, before he wakes up, I arrange his prescription doses in order and I keep a reminder note next to them. It will have a specific task that he’s supposed to do that day. It was something that his doctor asked me to do – I still wonder what use can come out of giving such menial tasks to someone as old as him. I close the drapes of the east-facing window and I sit near him. He prefers to keep the window curtains open at nights. I think stargazing helps him sleep better. My dad used to stargaze as well, and maybe this is where he got the habit from. Just a split second before I sit on the chair next to Kani, I remember that it creaks, but by then it’s too late and I am already halfway there. I need to fix this chair someday but of late he seems to sleep deeper and better, and even if a rooster enters the place and crows, he will remain untroubled. Oh yeah, that happened a few weeks back. It was a strange morning. Anyway, I always forget to fix that chair. Maybe I’ll do it today. I sit here and I wait for him to wake up on his own. I have stopped waking him up, even as the doctor amma advised me to wake him up early so that he takes his tablets on time. But I never seem to have the heart to do it. I just sit here and I observe him sleeping. His breathing is more rattled than ever, even as his big belly seems to rise up and down at regular intervals. Kani’s face bears an expression of unease when he’s asleep. After all these years, his eyes still look as if there is something left for him to do. Like he is constantly unsatisfied with something. I asked doctor amma about it and she said that sometimes the human mind is capable enough to realise that it is deteriorating, and all that growing spaces in his memories might disturb him. Kani has gone through a lot recently and I am now going to wake him up. He wakes up around 7AM and he smiles at me, and I smile back. Every year, during the summer vacations, my dad used to bring me here to meet my grandparents and my grandpa’s smile would be the first welcome I get. I believe that in his own sweet world, every morning when he wakes up and looks at me, it feels as if a long time went by and that I am back for my vacation. He asks the routine questions about my well-being and he starts reciting a story from his early 20s. It’s always the same story of a love relationship he had before meeting my grandma. However, the versions have changed over time. Earliest of the versions were about how chivalrous he was in wooing a girl from his neighbourhood and how he faced all the troubles. But nowadays, the story has gotten very crisp, as if it lost all the flesh and only the bare bones remain. The latest versions however, include all the mistakes he made and why she had to leave him. It’s as if he has begun to shed away all the lies that he once told himself to convince why something was how it was. My grandpa has seen a lot more things in his time than this one love relationship, and yet he chooses to tell me this particular story every single day me and I wonder why. He tells a different story to doctor amma whenever she visits but she refuses to tell me about it. “I understand he’s your grandpa. But that story is between him and myself.” Today’s Wednesday, which means that doctor amma will be visiting us in the afternoon along with her nurse, Tara, and I get to go out and meet my friends in the city. Tara will take care of Kani till I return late evening, listening to whatever story he always tells her. I pay extra money to doctor amma for this break. I prepare lunch separately for Kani and for doctor amma and Tara. Since they have to travel from the city, I always ask them to have lunch here. Every time a car enters the yard, Kani gets excited wondering who is visiting him, even if I had just told him that Tara is on her way and it’s the same red Swift that Tara drives. After lunch, doctor amma chats with her patient for a few minutes and after her routine tests, we get ready to leave. Since Tara is staying back, I drop doctor amma at her house. Like always, we chat for a while and like always, the conversation turns into an argument. Don’t get me wrong, Doctor amma and Tara have done a lot to my family, especially after my dad’s untimely death, but I am sometimes skeptical of her methods. I am not a doctor but it never appeals to me why certain things are that way. This time, the argument was about the everyday tasks that we give to Kani. “I don’t know how this all seems to you, but he has progressed a lot. He is a bit more energetic than before, but his age and time are not on his side da, kanna” “Sure, from having to walk and sit at the lawn, we’ve progressed to asking him to draw shapes on a piece of paper, without even
Too Many People [Explanation via Q & A]
If you haven’t read the short story yet, it is advisable to read the short story first before continuing. Click this link to read the short story : Too Many People [Satirical Fiction] DISCLAIMER: Once a piece of art is out to the consumer, it is theirs and they have all liberty and power to interpret it in any way they want. This post is directed only to those people who couldn’t understand a lot of elements pertaining to the story. I had to post this, as I was asked the same type of questions by many of my readers. As a responsible servant to my readers, it is my duty to answer the queries and explain them. So here are 5 questions which were repeatedly asked. Why did the Old man, who lived across the river, die in the story? The old man was so lonely and the smile from the loner encouraged him to cross the river and go to his house. Here, the river suggests the coating of layers/walls we add to ourselves to keep people away from us. Most of the times, it feels uncomfortable when someone breaks those walls unannounced and here, the old man encroached the loner’s private space, and thereby his mental space. The loner, who has a wavering mind, looks at this as a sign of danger (his comfortable lifestyle of staying away from people has been ruined and he kills the old man instinctively) Loneliness creeps back and he cries in pain, as he just killed the only person who was there in his life. Why did you kill off the loner in the end of the story? The loner had to die, just because it was time for him. He couldn’t live alone in his forest after the death of the old man, and he couldn’t live in the town either, and his issues grew every day. His time was up and he had to pass on the pain to the girl, almost like passing a baton to the next runner. The story’s theme required that kind of an ending. Any other ending would have mellowed down the intensity of the character’s issues and the weight of the theme. What is the reasoning behind the series of events? The story has signs indicating that the old man (and possibly the two others too) was suffering from some unknown mental illness. The reality of the events itself is in question here. So there are 2 possibilities Possibility 1 – Everything happened as it happened. In which case, he kills the old man because of the above said reason, then decides to follow the girl to the town and give the human civilisation another shot. But his mental health deteriorated day by day, and he realises that there is no escape from the reality — The “Vultures” will always follow him, he’ll be alone even amidst people, he did kill the old man, and depression will always be a part of him. A million thoughts hit him, and what happens later is self-explanatory. Possibility 2 – Everything is a figment of an imagination created by their mind, only 2 other people can relate to this world, as they themselves are in it. There’s a high chance that they’re just inmates in a psych ward who share the same pain. Or maybe, as the line in the story suggests, maybe we’re all the patients in this psych ward called “The Society”, and maybe these 3 are the only sane “prisoners” in it. They never knew, and so we would never know too! So, “Maybe there was no forest. Maybe that girl was in fact his daughter or some relative.” Maybe his life in the forest is some hallucination. Maybe that is why he never knew how he got his factory-made, roasted coffee beans. What do the Vultures signify? The vultures are like the people who feed on us and follow us to our graves. But on a deeper level, the vultures signify the issues the loner has been facing. He fed them for so long, unintentionally, and they feasted on him even after he died. This is why the girl sees the vultures only after the loner is dead, because now the pain is transferred onto her. Should stories be so eerie and dark? Why can’t such stories have a happy ending? No. “Should” is a wrong word. But, stories can be eerie and dark. Stories can be anything and everything. Mental health issues are topics I take very seriously and sincerely. A small deviation can trivialise mental illnesses. In order to keep it true to my heart, it required that the story be formatted and written in such a way. This story contains no direct information regarding any particular illness and I want to write more stories, in more genres, in a million different ways, and stories that also talk about mental health issues. Thanks a ton for reading my short story and the explanation Q & A. Much love, and some more love to you.
Too Many People [Satirical Fiction]
Author’s Note: The following short story is a satirical semi-fiction. The characters and events that take place are purely fictional, while the theme, structure of the story and irony in the plot are inspired from real life. As the narration required the use of metaphor, irony, simile and other literary devices, they are used with artistic liberty at a few areas. As the story contains elements of gore at certain places, reader’s discretion is advised. Deep into the woods, when the thick fog envelops the pine forest into a grey cloud on earth, you’ll find the signs of a man who wandered the forest. He wandered and wandered, so much that the howling birds didn’t fly away in fear, for they even knew the scent of his sweat. Vultures followed him to get a taste of the meat that he leaves behind. Reckless animals ran reckless, for they were not comfortable with the idea of ending up in his tummy. He wandered and he wandered. He started to wander there because the last person he was with chopped him into a million pieces and said before leaving – “Hey, you’re a mess. Come out of this cocoon, and you can live happily with other people”. So he decided to stay in the forest. He lived in a cozy house made of wood, which happened to be closer to a river. Probably the sounds of the water were the only thing that reminded him of the human civilization and made him feel less lonely. Not that he didn’t know how miserable that was, but he believed that he had no choice. I hope you understand that there was no internet in the forest and so that means – no motivational YouTube videos on how to feel confident, less lonely and “more extroverted“. After a decade, an old man came to the forest and lived on the other side of the river. “Hey, I think I recognise him from somewhere”, thought the lonely man. “Oh yeah, I had a life before I came to this place. Must be someone from there”, he answered to himself. Since then, they both started playing a little game. They would start fishing from the river and after a few hours, at some random point, the old man would stop, get up and shout the number of fishes he had collected in his old aluminium bucket. “27”, and the loner would reply “21”. The old man would smile and walk back to his house. The man with the least number of fishes caught wins. “50”, “57”, and the smile. “321”, “410”, and the smile. “121”, “1”, and the smile. Whether he won the game or not, every time it was only the old man who was smiling. Probably the loner thought of smiling as an act of a man with bad ethics – an action attached with deception, conceit, kindness and love – all such “Evil Acts”. But he didn’t mind the old man smiling at him. He understood that not everyone were as wise as him. In this modern era, his days went on like this – he’d get up, drink coffee, wander the forest for supplies, bathe in the waterfalls, build some furniture from pine woods and bamboos, cook food, play with the old man and scribble something in his little wood-bounded notebooks, before going to sleep. And if you’re wondering how he drinks coffee, even he himself wonders as to how he gets his factory made roasted coffee beans. Also, did I forget to tell you that he had a diary-writing habit? He also had a degree from some reputed institution. The degree certificate used to hang in a wall near the front door for all people to see it. The forest was massively crowded with a human population of 2. But you can never be sure – someone might just turn up on this side of the shore and might glance at that degree certificate. Oh god, what would this loner do when the population rises up to 3? A good decade went on like this and one fine day, while fishing along with the old man, the loner caught a gold skinned fish. Inside that fish, there was a golden fish-hook. Oh God! Is it possible that there were 3 people living in the forest now? As usual, the old man shouted some number, realised he lost and smiled. But this time, something strange happened – the man smiled back. The old man grinned and they both walked away. The next day, after returning from his routine walks, the man picked up his fishing tools that were lying outside and headed towards the river. But strangely he couldn’t find the old man on the opposite shore. After waiting for a few minutes, he decided to fish alone. It was a strange new feeling. See, that’s the thing with loneliness. You never realise it unless someone took up that space and then decided to give it back without notice. This strange cycle of loneliness and companionship can follow you to even the densest of the forests you can find. After a few hours, the man started walking back to his house. Upon reaching the front entrance, he sensed a strange odour coming from his house. As he walked inside, he looked at a scene that his wise old brain couldn’t comprehend – the old man from the other side of the river, was sitting inside the lonely man’s house and reading his books, with a plate of fish fries on the other hand. The lonely man’s eyes turned red, and he erupted in rage. He ran towards the old man, and sliced his head in half with his axe. The old man’s head was split in half, and his face was carrying the expression of terror and surprise that shook him within a matter of seconds. As the man, pulled the bloody blade out of the brains, he felt empty – an
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மழையின் சத்தம் அதிகரிக்க, போர்வையை முகத்திலுர்ந்து நீக்கினாள். “ஏய்ய் என்ன?” “மறந்துட்டேன். கொடி-ல துணி.” என்றாள். “பாத்தேன்… ச்சி விடு. இப்போ இங்க யாருக்கு துணி வேணும்?” என்று சொல்லி அவள் கழுத்தை இன்னொரு முறை முத்தமிட்டு வேட்டையாடினான். “நாளைக்கு office- கும் இப்படியே போறேன்-னு சொல்லு…நானும் விட்டுட்றேன்” “இப்படியே மழை பேஞ்சா office போக எப்படி தோணும்? முழு நேரமும் இங்கயே இருப்பேனே” பதில் சொல்ல வந்தவளை சொல்ல விடாமல் முத்தமிட்டான். நகரத்தைப் போர்வைப் போல் சூழ்ந்த அந்த மேகங்களால் வெளியே வெப்பம் குறைந்ததோ இல்லையோ, வீட்டின் உள்ளே சுகமாய் அமைந்தது பல போர்வை நொடிகள்.
Sully: Kelly Sullenbeger
On 15th January 2009, US Airways Flight 1549 which, three minutes after take-off from New York City’s LaGuardia, struck a flock of Canada Geese just northeast of the George Washington Bridge and consequently lost all engine power. Unable to reach any airport, pilots Chesley Sullenberger and Jeffrey Skiles glided the plane to a ditching in the Hudson River off midtown Manhattan. All 155 people aboard were rescued by nearby boats and there were few serious injuries. It was reported that immediately after the bird strike, Captain Sullenberger contacted the Air Controllers and obtained permission to land in the Teleboro Airport as he felt it was impossible to land back at LaGuardia airport as the altitude was very low. But unfortunately Captain felt that the altitude was very low to land it in Teleboro Airport too and hence decided to land it in the Hudson River. This incident was called as the “Miracle of the Hudson” and “The most successful ditching in the Aviation history”. A investigation was made on the incident and later on it was concluded that landing in the Hudson River was the best option that the Captain had to save the 155 passengers on-board. This incident propelled Captain Chesley Sullenberger to national fame. A Movie, directed by Clint Eastwood, was made on this incident [ Sully(2016) ]. Amongst the lot of emotions that was running in my mind after watching the movie, I really wanted to know about the emotions that Kelly and Kate, the 2 daughters of Chesley Sullenberger, would have had in those days of turmoil after that life changing event, when they had to face some events that no one ever imagined would happen. It is hard to replicate the feelings of a person whom i hardly know and who’s miles away from me. So I tried to collect as many information, it was possible to collect through the internet, and give a near perfect culmination about the emotion that was going through in the minds of Kelly Sullenberger. I read blog posts posted by other people who knew Kelly,and her neighbour; I stalked their Instagram and Facebook accounts to find something which would help me write this. So every detailing i have done is very precise to an extent, like the sense of humour of her sister Kate or the fact that her most memorable family outing was to the Disney Land. So let me tell you that this just an imaginary writing and it is not meant to disrespect or to harm the person concerned or any other person related to her. Hello there. This is Kelly Sullenberger. I have always been reluctant to share my experiences during the famous January 15 2009 event and what happened the days following that. But after all these years , now feel like expressing all those emotions through this post. This is about the daughter of a famous pilot who landed a passenger Airbus US Flight 1549, which was in a very critical state after a bird strike left both the engines damaged, on Hudson River to save 155 lives. This is about a 14 year old girl who lived through an incident which endangered her father’s life and also which made her witness her hero become her nation’s hero. But more than that, this is about a daughter who was worried a bit more than any other day, about her father who worked as a pilot. I still remember what we were doing that day. Kate and i were talking about the newly opened restaurant in Danville near our school. We were just playing around when Mom got a call. After brief moments she asked us to switch on the T.V and Kate immediately switched it on. That was a moment, a pilot’s kids should never ever witness. We couldn’t believe what the flash news was about. A huge passenger Airbus was floating on a river. There was no news flashing about the details of the passengers. I was worried about the people who were in it. The news reporter started reading out the report and i immediately increased the volume of the television. As the news reporter read out that the captain of the Airbus who decided to land it on the Hudson river was Chesley Sullenberger, i started contemplating the possibilities of what would have happened and about the news that the phone call passed on to Mom. Kate and I couldn’t control any more. We looked at mom. She would have understood how we felt. With a voice filled with firmness she said, “Daddy’s fine. He was the one who called” A fresh breathe of relief we had. I distinctly remember the days that followed the incident. Kate and I were glued to the televisions. There was a huge crowd of reporters and media persons outside our house. We couldn’t go out even to our neighbor Kelsey Ott’s house. Dad was the talk of the week in Danville, in San Francisco bay, and in America. Dad called mom the next day and informed that it would take some more days for him to come as there was an investigation scheduled. Kate overhead mom talking to someone about how dad was finding it difficult to sleep. We were worried a lot and we couldn’t sleep properly for some nights thereafter too. Kate and I used to talk a lot and were supportive to each other during those days. Kate’s sense of humour came to good use during those days. Being the daughter of a pilot is very tough. It takes a lot to understand when your dad is out there risking his life to make good lives for your family. During one of those days, as i had to be homebound due to the huge crowd out there and since I was sick of all those theories flashed in news which were against my dad, I sat home and read all those short quotes and pictures I designed to show
கரையும் இடைவெளி
கனவு. மூன்றெழுத்து.ஆழமோ, வேறொரு உலகம் அறியும். காதல். மூன்றெழுத்து. ஆழமோ, அவள் கண்ணிமைகளில் நீ கட்ட நினைக்கும் முத்தக்கோட்டை அறியும். கனவும் நிறைவேறி , அது காதலியாய் மாறி அவ்வப்பொழுது நினைவூட்டும் அழகிய நினைவுகளில் ஒன்று . அன்று திருவனந்தபுரம் சென்றுகொண்டிருந்தோம். ரயிலில் இருக்கும் இரண்டாவது அடுக்கில் தூங்கிக்கொண்டிருந்தேன் நான். ஆறடிக்கு தென்னைமரம் போல் வளர்ந்துவிட்டமையால் ரயில் பயணத்தில் வசதிக்கெல்லாம் இடம் இல்லை. திடீரென்று முழிப்பு வர, கண்ணை கசக்கிக்கொண்டே எழுந்தேன். “என்னடா? தூங்கு” என்றாள் “இவளே எழுந்துட்டாளா?? விடிஞ்சிருச்சோ?” என்று எண்ணிக்கொண்டு எழுந்து பார்த்தேன். ஒரு கையில் சிப்ஸ் பொட்டலமும், மறுகையில் music playerம் வைத்து கொண்டு பாட்டு கேட்டுக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். தீனிப்பண்டாரம் எனக்கு கொடுக்காமல் அவளே சாப்பிட்டு கொண்டிருந்தாள். “என்ன மொரப்பு? ச்சி, படு” என்றாள் நானும் மறுபடியும் உறங்க சென்றேன். கண்ணை மூட, மனதில் ஓராயிரம் எண்ணங்கள். “இரவு நேரம், காதலி, யாருமில்ல” இது மட்டும் என் மனதில், அங்கு சம்பவிக்கக்கூடிய அனைத்து நிகழ்வுகளையும் காட்ட, எழுந்து அவளை உத்துப்பார்த்தேன். இசையில் மூழ்கிக் கிடந்தாள். “ஐயோ, நாமளே டூயட் பாடலாமே எரும”,என்று நினைத்துக்கொண்டு, கைக்கழுவும் இடத்திற்கு சென்றேன். முகத்தை நீரில் கழுவி , கண்ணாடியில் என் முகத்தை உத்துப்பார்த்துக் கொண்டிருந்தேன். “டேய் நீ மாதவன் டா மச்சான்” என்று புகழாரம் சூட்டிக்கொண்டு, என் தொலைபேசியை எடுத்து ஏதோ நொண்டி கொண்டிருந்தேன். திடீரென ஏதோ சத்தம் கேட்க, திரும்பி பார்த்தேன். கைக்கழுவும் இடத்திற்கு அருகில் இருந்த சுவரின் மீது சாய்ந்துகொண்டு கையில் இருந்த music player இல் ஏதோ நொண்டி கொண்டிருந்தாள். அவள் அருகில் சென்றேன். “என்னடி பண்ற? தூங்கல?” என்று கேட்டேன். என் முகத்தை கூடப் பார்க்காமல், ” போர் அடிக்குது டா” என்றாள் இன்னும் அருகில் சென்றேன். அவளும் நான் நெருங்கியதை உணர்ந்தாள். “ஏய்” என்று கூப்பிட்டேன். “ஹம்ம்” என்றால். “எய்ய்ய்” என்றேன். எதுவும் கூறவில்லை. புரிந்துவிட்டது அவளுக்கு. அவள் கன்னத்தை பிடித்து முகத்தை எழுப்பினேன். வெட்கமும் காதலும் அவள் முகத்தில் ஜொலிக்க, நொடிகளை அவள் கண் இமைகளில் சேர்த்துவைத்தேன். “யாராச்சும் வராங்களா?” என்று கேட்டேன். எனக்கு பின் இருக்கும் பாதையை ஒரு நொடி பார்த்து, “யாரோ இருக்காங்க…. ஆனா…” என்றால். இடைவெளிகள் கரைய, முத்தமிட சென்றேன். ஆனால் யாரோ வருவதைப் போல் இருந்தது. என்ன செய்வதென்று தெரியாமல், திடீரென்று கைக்கழுவும் இடத்திற்கு தாவி, எதுவும் நடக்காததை போல் நின்றேன். ரயில் காதலுக்கு ஏற்ற இடம் என்றால், இரவில் பயணம் செய்பவர்கள் அதற்கு கிடைத்த அசுரர்கள். சில நொடிக்கு பிறகு, சிரித்துக்கொண்டே சென்று தூங்கச்சென்றாள். அன்று எங்கள் உதடுகள் சேரவில்லை. ஆனாலும் அந்த கண்கள்… இரு உயிர்கள் சேர அவர்களின் தோல்கள் தொடவேண்டுமோ? நானும் சென்று என் தொலைபேசியை எடுத்து, இசையிடம் என் அனுபவத்தை கொண்டாட சென்றேன். “இதயம் இடம் மாறியதே, விழிகள் வழி மாறியதே” என்னும் பாடல். “மனமே மனமே எதனால் இத்தனை உற்சாகம் உணக்குள்ளே புதுவித தடுமாற்றம் உனக்கென்ன நடந்தது சொல்வாயோ? ஓ… மனமே மனமே எதனால் இத்தனை கொண்டாட்டம் கண்ணுக்குள்ளே கனவுகள் கொடியேற்றம் உனக்கென்ன நடந்தது சொல்வாயோ? புது யுகமே பிறந்ததோ பரிமாற்றம் நிகழ்ந்ததோ இரு துருவம் இணைந்ததோ இடைவெளிகள் தொலைந்ததோ காலமென்னும் நதியில் விழுந்து இரவும் நகர்ந்தது, பகலும் நகர்ந்தது, இதயமும் நகர்ந்ததுவோ”
Sherman, Sarah, and the Chicago Diary Note – A Short Story
In the fall of 1998, Mr. Sherman found the old diary of his late wife. Ever since, whenever his sons visit him, he would take out and recite what his wife had written on one particular page from that diary
என் காதலி
“என் கதைய சொல்லிட்டேன். உங்களோட காதல் கதைய சொல்லுங்க. இருக்கும்னு நெனைக்கிறேன்.” “ஓ, இருக்கே. சொல்றேன். என் காதலி. சின்ன வயசுல இருந்தே என் கூட தான் இருக்கா. அப்போலாம் ரொம்ப நெருங்கின நண்பர்கள்” “சின்ன வயசு தோழியா?!! அற்புதம்” “ஆமா. அப்போலாம் அவளுக்கு என்ன ரொம்ப பிடிக்கும். எப்பயுமே என் கூட தான் இருப்பா. ஆனா எனக்கு அவ்ளோவா பிடிக்கல. பள்ளி பருவம் முடிஞ்சி, கல்லூரி காலம். அப்போ என்ன விட்டு தூரமா பொய்டா. அதுக்கு அப்புறம் ரொம்ப நாள் வரல அவ. ஆனா அப்போ தான் என்ன சுத்தி இருக்குறவங்க எவளோ மோசமானவங்கனு புரிஞ்சிது. அவ மேல காதல் வந்துச்சு. தேடிப் போனேன்.. சந்திச்சோம். காதலிச்சோம். ” “கேக்கவே நல்லா இருக்கு. இப்போவும் சேந்து இருக்கீங்களா?” “அவளோட specialityயே அதான். எப்பயுமே என் கூட இருப்பா.. இது தெரிஞ்சி தான் அவளுக்கு என் மேல இருக்குற காதல உணர்ந்தேன். சில நாள் அவ இருக்குறது எனக்கு பிடிக்காது, சில நாள் அவ இருக்குறது தான் சொர்க்கம் மாதிரி இருக்கும்.ஆனா ஒன்னு புரிஞ்சிது. இருட்டுல நிழல் கூட விட்டு போகும், தண்ணிக்கு உள்ள மூச்சு கூட நின்னு போகும், அடிபட்டு கெடக்குறப்போ உசுரு கூட விட்டு போகும், ஆனா அவ என்ன விட்டு போக மாட்டா. ” “அடடடடா அருமையா சொல்னீங்க . இப்படி ஒரு காதலியா?!!” “கேக்க வியப்பா இருக்குல? இப்போ கொஞ்ச நாளா நான் அவ கிட்ட பேசல. இப்போ யார் கூட இருக்காளோ தெரில” “என்னது?!!!! என்னங்க சொல்றீங்க” “ஆமா சார். அவ….englishல சொல்லுவாங்களே, bitchனு அது தான் அவ” “சார் இது என்ன சார் அநியாயம். என்ன தான் இருந்தாலும் என்ன மாதிரி ஒரு வெளி ஆள் கிட்ட உங்க காதலி பத்தி தப்பா பேசுறீங்களே.” “சார் நீங்க வேற.. சொல்ல முடியாது. உங்க வீட்டுல உங்க ரூம்ல உங்க கூடயே இருப்பா” “யோவ், போதும்யா. என்ன தான் இருந்தாலும் ஒரு பொண்ண இப்படியா பேசுவீங்க? அதுவும் சின்ன வயசுல இருந்து தெரியும் சொல்றீங்க” “சின்ன வயசுல இருந்து அவள பத்தி தெரிஞ்சதால தான் சொல்றேன். பொண்ணா? அவ மனிஷியே இல்ல சார்” “சார் என்ன தப்பு வேனா செஞ்சி இருக்கட்டும். ஆனா கோவத்துல இவளோ தரக்குறைவா பேசாதீங்க சார் யாரபத்தியும்” “சார், நிஜமாவே அவ மனிஷி இல்ல சார்.” “சார் போங்க சார். நான் கெளம்புறேன்.” “சரி போங்க. அவ அந்த வீதி மொனைல உங்க கூட இருப்பா. நான் அவள கேட்டேன்னு சொல்லிடுங்க” “ஓ, நக்கலா? சொல்றேன் சொல்றேன் நல்லாவே சொல்றேன் அவ கிட்ட. உங்கள பத்தி..அவ பேர் என்ன சொல்லுங்க. ?” “அவ பேரா? ‘தனிமை’ மறக்காம சொல்லிடுங்க அவகிட்ட.”
மொழி- உரையாடல்
“மொழியால எதுவேனாலும் செய்யவும், சொல்லவும் முடியுமா?” “முடியும்” ” எனக்கு அப்படி தோணல. சில விஷயங்கள மொழியால சொல்ல முடியாது நினைக்கிறேன்” ” அது நீங்க எத மொழினு சொல்றீங்கனு பொறுத்து” ” காதல சொல்ல முடியுமா?” “Again, காதலே ஒரு மொழி தான். நீங்க எத மொழினு சொல்றீங்க?” ” பேசுற பாஷய சொல்றேன். இப்போ தமிழ் மொழியோ, ஆங்கிலமோ இல்ல வேற ஏதோ மொழியோ இருக்கட்டும். காதல உணர்த்திக் காட்ட முடியுமா? முடியாதுல?” ” காதல சொல்ல முடியும். எந்த உணர்ச்சியையும் சொல்ல முடியும்.” ” அப்போ காட்ட முடியதுனு ஒத்துக்கிறீங்கல?” ” அது யார் கிட்ட சொல்றீங்க, எப்டி சொல்றீங்க பொறுத்து இருக்கு” “எப்டி?” “இப்போ suppose நான் உங்கள காதலிக்கிறேன்னு சொல்றேன் வைங்க… உதாரணத்துக்கு…. உங்களுக்கு காதல் என்ற சொல்லோட ஆழம் எவளோ தெரிதோ, அவளோ உங்களால என் காதல உணர முடியும். எவளோ என்ன பத்தி தெரிதோ, அவளோ உங்களால அந்த உணர்ச்சிய நம்ப முடியும். இந்த மாதிரி நெறய விஷயங்கள உணர வெக்கலாம். எப்டி சொல்றோம் பொறுத்து தான்” “So, மொழியால என்ன வேணாலும் செய்ய முடியும்னு நம்புறீங்களா? என்னால ஏத்துக்க முடியல” “உங்களால ஏத்துக்க முடிலனு சொல்றதே மொழியால தான் சொல்றீங்க. ஆக, எல்லாமே முடியுமோ முடியாதோ, மொழியால ஏதாச்சும் செய்ய முடியும்னு வெச்சிப்போமே?” “சரி அப்போ நான் தான் ஜெய்ச்சிற்கேன். ” “மொழியும் காதலும், மொழி மேல எனக்கு இருக்குற காதலும் ஜெய்ச்சிருச்சுனு எனக்கு தோணுது.”