Agony Aunt

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If Agony Aunt means the one who solve others problems then this is not true about mine… I may have to rephrase it. My Aunt, my father’s sister was a small, fragile and lean old lady in appearance, any one seeing her for the first time, may ask me “This small lady is the agony aunt..? I would say without beat of a second that she is indeed and is capable of many things…

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My school vacations were always spent at my native, the calm nostalgic village in the outskirts of Trivandrum, I spent the entire time in there in 2 parts, one with my dad’s kin and the other with my mom’s folks.. I enjoyed my time in both these places, partly because of the popularity and weight-age I gain because, I was the only kid in my family growing up in a big city! And partly because of the other kids of my age… they were bored with each other and my company was a treat to them.. I liked to bask myself the best in this lime light showered.. little did I know that “distance breeds familiarity and longing”, and these kinds would get bored of me also if I stayed more.

The only place that was boring was my aunt’s, her children were grown up and well settled in Dubai. So, it was me, her, my uncle and the 2 dogs in the big house. After few boring days, I found a new entertainment for myself, accompanying my aunty throughout her errands. Where ever she went I went with her. She was more than happy to show-off her brothers daughter, the pretty little girl, Oh I am not swaggering here that was how she called me.

Thousand words..

I am not inclined towards photography as such and not good at it either..! But picture of the little girl, I took in the outskirts of Andhra, just for the sake of ... well I am not sure why! But her eyes spoke thousand words in the silence of her lips... was the eyes innocent? happy? amused? or scared? at seeing me a complete stranger  click the snap..

Lingering from the past...

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I knew him the moment I saw him…We were just remotely associated in the past.. I knew him from my school... he was my senior, and we might have spoken a couple of times. But I remembered him for his historic love affair with his class mate while at school, we all loved them... they were cute pair but it seems by the end of 12th std, something messy occurred. I wouldn’t want to go into the details, let me just say that they did something that shouldn’t have been done at that age, and somehow her parents knew and took her to their native, there she ended her life in a rope... The whole school mourned for her death... he didn’t come to school after that, I heard that he was however given permission to write the exams, since he was a bright student and the big hope for a state rank.

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But nothing happened he just wrote the exam and marginally passed. I saw him once after that incident my heart sank... he looked terrible. From those eyes I knew that no one would have loved a girl like he did... and they had been together… my friend said that a guy would never forget the first romantic encounter in his life... I said even a girl does not, she didn’t get it. She stressed on “a guy” so much... and I didn’t want to get into details... such talks freaked me out in the past... Well I was silly..!