Nostalgia


മുറ്റതു കൊഴിഞ്ഞു വീണു കിടക്കുന്ന കണ്ണിമാങ്ങകൾ ….

എല്ലാം പറുക്കി കൂട്ടുമ്പോൾ മനസ്സിൽ രുചിയുള്ള ഒരു ഓർമ ..

അമ്മ പെറുക്കിയെടുത്തു ചതച്ചു തരുന്ന കണ്ണിമാങ്ങാ ചമ്മന്തി .. എന്ത് നല്ല രുചി… അതിലേറെ മനോഹരമായ, പകർന്നു തരുന്ന സ്നേഹതിൻ രുചി… അതിന്നെ വെല്ലാൻ മറ്റു എന്തുണ്ട്?

സ്വാദ് ഓർത്താൽ വായിൽ വെള്ളം വരും, സ്നേഹത്തോടെ അത് ഉണ്ടാക്കി തരുന്ന അമ്മയെ ഓർത്താൽ കണ്ണ് നിറയുന്നു ….

നഷ്ടപെട്ട നല്ല കാലത്തിനെ, നല്ല സ്നേഹത്തിനെ ഓർമിപ്പിക്കാൻ എന്ടെ മുറ്റത്തും ഉണ്ട് ഒരു മാവ്..

കൊഴിഞ്ഞു വീണ കണ്ണിമാങ്ങകൾ പറുക്കി കൂടുമ്പോഴും മനസ്സിൽ തങ്ങുന്നതു നഷ്ടപെട്ട വാത്സല്യത്തിൻ നൊമ്പരം …

ഇനിയേതോ കാലങ്ങളളിൽ ഇതു പോലെ ഒരു ഓർമ നൽകാൻ എന്റെ മക്കൾക്ക് കൊടുത്തില്ലല്ലോ ഞാൻ ആ കണ്ണിമാങ്ങ ചമ്മന്തി !!!

നഷ്ട ബോധത്തിൻ നിസ്വനം ……..

Tender mangoes …

A premature death for the growth of the mango, resulted in finding them on my front yard.

As I collect and keep them aside, the feeling that comes to mind is one of taste and love!

Mother’s love….. and the taste of her Tender Mango Chutney..

Remembering the good old times….
Remembering the taste, oooh.. watery mouth!
Remembering my mother’s love, … teary eyes!

I too have a mango tree in my front yard. I too could have created memories like this for my children to cherish…

Yet I remain … not being able to… forgotten…

Treasure your memories, and create memories for others to treasure…..

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Long Live The Telegram… STOP


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Five years ago, I moved to Trivandrum. Of all historical buildings/monuments/grounds that Trivandrum had to offer, one particular building in the city caught my attention, just bcoz of its name.

“Telegraph Office”, it read. “Kambi Aafeese” in Malayalam.

It was near to the traffic light by Statue, so I could never miss it. For almost a year, every time I passed along that road, I tried to take pictures of it or talked about it.

Historical…for telegram or “kambi” as it is called in Malayalam, was probably something that was not much in use, or so I thought.

Growing up, death announcements, delays, births and occasional congratulatory messages… all were with a telegram.

This week, its time to write the obituary. Indian Government announced that it is bringing telegraph services to a full stop. There will be no more telegrams after July 15, 2013..

LONG LIVE THE TELEGRAM … STOP…. LONG LIVE THIS TELEGRAPH OFFICE… STOP….

(Forgive the quality of the picture… taken from a moving car.. this one was by my daughter as I was driving…)

Tomorrow, Tomorrow…


Wayside views…Just another tree along the road…

The golden yellow flowers usually are found in abundance in God’s Own Country during the month of March-April. It symbolizes the arrival of Vishu, a regional festival. Check out the full bloom of these flowers in this picture (https://menonh.wordpress.com/2010/03/20/festive-colors). How lovely they look!

For me somehow, this symbolizes new hope, of a better tomorrow. A hope of good things to come in the next days, even during the dry spell, as in the picture. The yellow flowers seems to lighten up an otherwise dry tree.

So, I find hope of a better tomorrow. Of course, hope leads to happiness.

Hope for the best and be happy!

Random .. Fruit, it is..


Jack fruit!

Saw this yesterday in a house by the roadside. I was happy to see this collection. I wish it grew at my home. 🙂

Reminds me of one more thing that makes living in god’s own country special. For the many years spent in US, don’t think we ever got to eat a fresh jack fruit. Yeah, we get the canned ones, but who cares?

In other stories, a sort of productive day, today.

Happy to live in God’s Own Country.

Happy at the thought of eating anything and everything that can be made with a jack fruit.

Anyone craving for it?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Celebrations


Its the season for celebrations. Christmas trees, decorations, lights…. Gifts under the tree, in US. Christmas Cakes and Stars in God’s Own Country…

Growing up, we used to hang a single star in front of our house during Christmas season. Just a regular paper star, in one of the usual colors – white, green, yellow, red or blue.

These days, the choices are numerous. Christmas stars does not look like stars any more. They come in all shapes and forms. The choices of the color and design galore …

The view of the Christmas stars hanging in a shop… taken while I was passing by ..

Merry Christmas!

Have a great time and hope your life is just as colorful as the stars in the picture….

(Picture of Christmas stars up for sale at a wayside store)

Restless?


Nature’s Canvas… A painting drawn by a restless mind.

Sky is in multi colors. It appears as if someone brushed the sky with random strokes. Sun seems to be disappearing but not with all the might.

The green fields and the coconut trees present the perfect picture.

Yet, somewhere someone seems to have a restless mind. Same as mine, at the time…

At times like these, need to find something that could take the pain away..

Some distractions…

The nature’s canvas is beautiful. You just need to admire the beauty….

It helps…..

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Art forms of Kerala


Art forms of Kerala…..

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