"The voice of life in me cannot reach the ears of life in you.
But let us talk that we may not feel lonely" -Khalil Gibran






Jun 27, 2007

Chasing his dream

"Amma...I want to have champakka*. Why don't we have chaampa** at home?
Today also, Sita, Arun and Mohan brought champakka...only we don't have chaampa at home."


His mother helped him with the school bag as he kept on complaining.

"Kanna...this is not our house na .You study well...get a good job and we will build our own house.
Then we will have lots of chaampas in our backyard"


That night, he dreamed of the big job he was going to get. And the mansion they would build, where every window opened to grab a chaampa by hand.
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It was summer again. The chaaampas bloomed again and the backyard looked pink with more and more chaampakka.
She collected all the champakka and wondered what to do with them.
And far far away, he waited impatiently in the one room apartment where every window opened to the busy street, for the home delivery of the double cheese crunch chicken pizza .




*chaampakka - Rose apple may be a translation for this delicious fruit!
** chaampa - The tree that bears chaampakka :)

1 comment:

Swetha said...

Good one and hard hitting !