The day is bright. The temperature has shot up. The day is warm unusual at this time of the year.
Manju lay in the couch for long. She knew not how long. her mind still in Madurai. The beautiful relation her parents had, the way revealed their love, the subtle but affectionate overtures all filled up her mind. Her mother never showed any feelings. She went about with a smile that was unconquerable. The ups and downs in her life did not catch up with her temper. She was an epitome of beauty both external and internal.
her father was such a kind hearted man. he could not sit quietly for a moment. he was always busy with his work, with his duties and with his parayanas. He quoted invariably from the slokas, and from Thiruvasagam. he was a successful entrepreneur. He made good money. He was never after it. he spent a lot of time with his famil. Not that he took them out, not that he took them to see places but was with them in the evenings. he played with them, joked with them and was their guide all throughout.His wife was the backbone.She was there for the family at times of need and at times of happiness. Dressed modestly and well learned she taught her children music which sharpened their intellect and made them wiser. Every day during Margalt (thanur masam) she made Manju sing the Thiruvembavai pasurams. The belief still runs through. If a girl sings it with devotion she would get a handsome, dedicated husband. Manju sang them in all earnestness. Rajan was a good husband, very understanding and nice. Manju could not hold back her tears. She mumbled, "amma. amma,"' calling her loving mother.
It was going to be 3 in the afternoon. Manju had to be up as the children would come back from school. She decided. "No more of crying, no more of recollections. She has to face bravely whatever be the consequences. her children should get the best of everything in life, not as a matter, the luxuries but the necessities." her professional progress was exemplary. if only she addressed it with far more seriousness from this day, she would achieve a revenue in millions.
She went into her room, combed her hair and washed her face.Draped in a saree, which Ramu likes, she came out a changed Manju. Knowing her children would return hungry she prepared a sumptuous meal for them with all the South Indian delicacies in a row. The Payasam was Sudha's favourite. She did it with extra care.
Manju now has turned a new leaf. Her smile the winning one adorned her face.
The sun entered the living room. it was gleaming and radiant . It came right into the kitchen .
her father was such a kind hearted man. he could not sit quietly for a moment. he was always busy with his work, with his duties and with his parayanas. He quoted invariably from the slokas, and from Thiruvasagam. he was a successful entrepreneur. He made good money. He was never after it. he spent a lot of time with his famil. Not that he took them out, not that he took them to see places but was with them in the evenings. he played with them, joked with them and was their guide all throughout.His wife was the backbone.She was there for the family at times of need and at times of happiness. Dressed modestly and well learned she taught her children music which sharpened their intellect and made them wiser. Every day during Margalt (thanur masam) she made Manju sing the Thiruvembavai pasurams. The belief still runs through. If a girl sings it with devotion she would get a handsome, dedicated husband. Manju sang them in all earnestness. Rajan was a good husband, very understanding and nice. Manju could not hold back her tears. She mumbled, "amma. amma,"' calling her loving mother.
It was going to be 3 in the afternoon. Manju had to be up as the children would come back from school. She decided. "No more of crying, no more of recollections. She has to face bravely whatever be the consequences. her children should get the best of everything in life, not as a matter, the luxuries but the necessities." her professional progress was exemplary. if only she addressed it with far more seriousness from this day, she would achieve a revenue in millions.
She went into her room, combed her hair and washed her face.Draped in a saree, which Ramu likes, she came out a changed Manju. Knowing her children would return hungry she prepared a sumptuous meal for them with all the South Indian delicacies in a row. The Payasam was Sudha's favourite. She did it with extra care.
Manju now has turned a new leaf. Her smile the winning one adorned her face.
The sun entered the living room. it was gleaming and radiant . It came right into the kitchen .
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