Its been a long time since I have written and posted something here..Reasons could be
1) I get too lazy to type something
2) I go so blank that nothing influence or inspire to write
3) I have hell lot of other things to be with
4) finally ..everything around me went so fine as I ever wished.
Though I had lots of reasons to pen down but still cant pick prominent one among those put across.
ooh and I missed one very good reason... I don't have readers :))
Times were not so good , As when I count few of my loses , Kamal Das's Death tops the list...Through out my life I have seen people passing away from relatives , friends to unseen adorable celebrities ..but her death desperately soaked my eyes , watching her past interviews ,Procession carrying her corpse , her funeral service ..everything made me Lament.
When I came back to Kerala to continue my studies ..the first person to read in malayalam literature was she ..It was then I started learning malayalam , and her words were so simple and perfumed to grab and store in my memory pages..A lady who was bold that when she shook her pen those tiny blobs splashed on the paper were even shaped and more beautiful with the musk of love and myriad expressions. Initially I connected with her only for her love for her Granny ..I cherished all those lovely moments I spent with my Grandma during my vacation time in kerala through her childhood memoirs .
When Grown up I found a painter , a Philanthropist , a mother , a lover , a philosopher everything in her ...ooh what not she was a complete woman..a sensible and intelligent woman..and moreover born humane ..who spoke sense which were so modern thoughts that the outdated society here couldn't make out or pace with it. I cant write more about her, Despite of trying hard, finally I will fail ...you can go to an ocean and see it , but can never measure it.
The greatest miss again was it that I couldn't meet her ..she was the only person whom I wished to meet in person in my life so far...My friend Sarika's bother had treated her during her last months in kerala and he was a regular visitor at her residence in Kadavanthra , kochi..Though Sarika loved her very much , but she never had the courage to meet her after her repeated invites , In our view her bother was gifted and blessed to receive lots of gifts from Kamala Das , many books of her duly signed . Poor guy when met her for the first time didnt know much about her and when she asked once " dont you know me??" he perspired and was perplexed, later he had to take a tuition from Sarika on Kamala 's literary work so that he could talk to her leveling his head.
Once when I have visited sarika at her home she had shown me a letter which kamala had written to Him ,it was a beautifully composed Thanks giving letter..Irony is that she and her father had to search in the dictionary to understand the meanings of few words she had written ..and ultimate happiness for me is that both of my best friends are really great fans of her literary works..
I have almost all of her books in my private collection. final tribute paid my keralites on her death is memorable and sure no writer will ever get such a farewell in near future , as everyone who went to see her for the last time had tint of water in their eyes..she had gone thats true but the many stories which she planted and watered will keep on growing and those flowers bloomed out of her will spread that mesmerising fragrance attracting millions towards her writings...
deeply from my heart : Kamala I miss you!!
"lights are Moving on the shore But I shall not return Sea , toss my body back That he knew how to love, Bereft of body My soul shall be free Take in my naked soul That he knew how to hurt Only the soul Knows how to sing At the Vortex of the sea.." from " Only the soul knows How to sing"