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ec.v. bhuvaneswari
What abour tomorrow? Can I meet Ammu tomorrow? ampurans
manhood and masculine dignity were breaking. It was painful, pitiable.
Wedonthave tomorrows berween us. Said Ammu.
now I made a mistake. But do I deserve such a punishment:
ertain mistakes are such that they dont have to be committed a second
ime to be punished.
Amuturncd back. She walked like a queen who had won a moral war.
She had never walked with so much of confidence She walked as if nothing
had happened.
The moonlight had disappeared. Tampuran walked alone in the dark
tOwards his Mana.
From A Grandmother’s Tale
The Tree stood listening to the music of the seasons, rhythm of the rain drops.
The Tree loved the people, the house. It lent one of its branches to the children
O SWing For three generationsThe tree felt the joy, became one with the
child the tree and the child became one with the swing. lt was a strange
communion with the elements.
The Tree shivered secing the men and axes. lt shed tears not tor its
deathbut for the great grandchildren of the house who wouldnt swing on
from whom the pleasure of swinging is to be snatched away, The lree
her
wept thinking that she wouldnt feel the push of the swing or the joy and the heart
beat of the child.
From The Tree