The sweet recollections of the childhood are beautifully blended in the herb-smelling breeze that sweeps gently over Chelavoor and the neighborhood…. The pleasant darkness of Thurayil Kotta, under the canopy created by the thick foliage of the tall trees….. screeching monkeys bungee-diving on the dangling vines…. The three ‘makkanis’ (teashops) known by their ‘famous’ proprietors… Bawukka’s of 6/3, Bichalikka’s of 6/4 (there were two Bichalikkas… the old and the new) and Itchappa’s of 7…. After Sub’h prayer at Pulikkil masjid…walkijng in either direction…east or southwest… a black tea with a piece of ‘puttu’(steamed rice cake) made crunchy with a crushed pappodum…. It tasted heaven compared to the McDonalds, KFC or whatever!
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Mone Dinesha,You left here for searching a better life, you left the green beautiful paddy fields.I hope you still remember the child hood and that one day,a drunken man quarralled with us for talking little english in the Bus.hahaha.
bye azeez.
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