THE OLD MAYOR IN OILSKIN

Bha athair Mhàrtainn air a ‘bhàta fad iomadh bliadhna. agus choisinn e mòran beairteas anns a ‘ghnìomhachas sin. agus cuideachd a ‘faighinn cothrom gu cladaichean agus dùthchannan eadar-dhealaichte agus ionnsachadh an cànan agus an cleachdaidhean. sa chumantas bha e math agus glè chofhurtail agus nuair a leig e dheth a dhreuchd gu baile a ‘phuirt agus a’ dèanamh taigh mòr san àite sin, bha e coltach gu robh mòran de a chàirdean fuireach còmhla ris no ri thaobh. bha aon co-ogha taobh athar athar ceangailte ris gu h-àraidh agus cha robh e ach beagan bhliadhnaichean nas sine dha agus ged a bha iad a ‘sgrùdadh bailtean mì-chofhurtail, bhiodh iad a’ coinneachadh ris gach saor-làithean, nuair a bhios na sgoiltean dùinte airson saor-làithean samhraidh sa Ghiblean agus sa Chèitean…………..Cha do cheangail athair an inbhe beairteach aige agus bha tasgadh aige ann an companaidhean agus stoc agus cha robh e na chall-chasach agus gun robh dòighean spartach aige agus biadh bòidheach bhathas a ‘taghadh an aodaich aige don t-seòrsa coinneamh a bha e an làthair, oir tha daoine mar as trice gam breitheamh le aodach agus seach gur e sealladh lèirsinneach a th ‘ann agus nach eil feum ach air beagan dhiogan airson a’ bhreitheamh a thoirt seachad. Cha do rinn e aodach a rèir shuidheachaidhean, nach èisdeas daoine ri do fhaclan, rinn e argamaid, agus bidh mi a ‘faicinn nach urrainn dhut a dhol dhan sgoil leis an èideadh agad , thuirt e. Agus ghabh athair Mhàrtainn grèim air na h-aithrisean sòisealta sin uile. Ghabh e champagne no fìon dearg uaireannan a ‘cruinneachadh na coimhearsnachd, ged nach b’ e an duilgheadas a bh ‘ann. Air sgàth a bheairteas agus an nàdur bu mhotha, bha e na thagraiche airson dreuchd ceannard a ‘bhaile ann an iomadh ràith agus bhuannaich e cha mhòr a h-uile taghadh. Bha cuid de dhaoine, gu dearbh, a ‘còrdadh ris, agus bha cuid de dh’òigridh ga mheas mar a ghabh e iomairt ann am pròiseactan òigridh agus foghlam àrd-ìre agus às dèidh sin a’ faighinn obraichean dhaibh. B ‘ann tro a bhuaidh a bh’ ann aon uair, dh’fhosgail companaidh riaghaltas stàite a phrìomh fhactaraidh sa bhaile sin a ‘faighinn raon de thalamh saor a dh’ fhàs an companaidh nas fhaide air adhart. A bharrachd air a ‘cheathramh airson luchd-obrach, thàinig e gu bhith ann, agus às dèidh sin bha sgoil rèile fhathast, agus na b’ fhaide air adhart, ged nach do stad na trèanaichean fada, stad an stèisean seo airson trèanaichean bathair agus cuid de thrèanaichean luchd-siubhail a bha glè gu slaodach gu ceàrnaidhean fo-thalamh, air falbh bhon phrìomh loidhne, chuir stad bathair an trèana an àite gu ìre eile agus thàinig e gu bhith na shreath eile de dhraibhearan làraidh eadar-nàiseanta, biadh ann am prìsean measgaichte agus taighean-fuirich cuideachd…………Dha na h-uile sin, b ‘e athair Mhàrtainn am prìomh adhbhar agus bha daoine a’ toirt spèis dha airson sin. càileachd eile de athair a bha eòlach air a h-uile crann agus oisean a ‘bhaile nach robh gu math mòr ach gu robh e eòlach air a h-uile rud. mar eisimpleir cia mheud sreathan airson an t-ìomhaigh ìomhaigh agus na clachan a thathas a ‘cleachdadh dha agus cò an ailtire a th’ ann. Cuideachd, ainm a ‘ghilleagach a bhios a’ cadal ann an ràithean na tuiltean fon chrann-mhòr aige a dh ‘fhaodadh a bhith an aghaidh frasan, eòlach air athair, agus dè an t-ainm a bh’ air a ‘bhreugach, a bha cuideachd eòlach air. Cha robh draoidheachd sam bith ann. tha an seann chailleach air bruidhinn ris an duine sin ann an dòigh chàirdeil agus bha e eòlach air mar dhuine. agus cuideachd dè an seòrsa flùraichean is lusan a tha air gach taobh den rathad, bha e eòlach. Agus bha fios aige air a ‘bhaile air fad le cridhe, a’ mhòr-chuid de na daoine a bha a ‘fuireach agus na teaghlaichean aca agus fhuair e cuireadh airson obair, gu cunbhalach agus air sgàth dìth ùine, cha deach e gu na h-uile…………..Ach chaidh atharrachadh mòr a dhèanamh mu dheireadh a dhreuchd, fear eile. nas òige dha ann an aois, ach bha beairteas na e a ‘strì an aghaidh e agus a’ buannachadh nan taghaidhean, agus thàinig e gu bhith na maor ùr. Chuir e tòrr airgead airson propaganda, agus tha e coltach gu robh e cuideachd na dhuine caoimhneil, ann an dòigh, ach ann an stoidhle eadar-dhealaichte agus bhuannaich e na taghaidhean. thug seo mòran ùine an-asgaidh dha athair Mhàrtainn na sheann aois, oir chan fheum e a dhol an sàs ann am pàipear trang agus obair an àrd-mhara. fhathast, bha e air bòrd comhairleachaidh na comataidh, ach cha tug an seann mhara seachad a bhotan. air a ‘mhadainn le seachd, chithear e a’ coiseachd ri taobh abhainn bheag a ‘bhanca a bha a’ dol seachad air a ‘bhaile aig dà chrann-rathaid air na cruthan-tìre nàdarra agus air a shlighe. Choisich e na oilscinn, cleachd a fhuair e bho làithean nan soithichean. Dh’fhaighnich e mu dheidhinn math nan daoine a bha mun cuairt agus cuideachd a ‘leaghadh cuid de fhlùraichean agus a’ giùlan feadhainn a bha a ‘tuiteam anns a’ phoca aige, a bha uaireigin a ‘fuireach air a ghualainn. bha am baile gu h-àraidh air a chuairteachadh le raointean paddy, agus b ‘e camadh am prìomh àiteachas agus b’ fheàrr leis an t-seann mhaighstir coiseachd leis an rathad tana eadar dà achadh. Gu dearbh, tha feum agad air mòran cothromachaidh gus coiseachd gu luath air na slighean lùbach seo, eadar raointean gadaidh, oir chan eil an leud dìreach cois no dhà. Ann an eagal, thàinig cuideigin bhon taobh thall, feumaidh fear a stad agus leigeil leis an neach eile a dhol
thairis ort gun a bhith a ‘toirt buaidh air do bhodhaig. Cha robh cead aig a ‘chrodh a dhol a-steach, mar a bha aig an doras, agus sheas fàgail an fhrith-rathaid dà phìos fiodh cumanta, is dòcha meuran de chraobhan. Chaidh a shuidheachadh ann an dòigh a dh’ fhaodadh duine a dhol a-steach le bhith a ‘togail a’ chas suas, ach chan e an crodh ….

—–[From a work of FICTION in progress]

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MARTIN’S STORY

The tale of September months that I began to write in October and continued in November appeared an entertaining one to my aunt when she was helping me to recoup in a street accident. Perhaps I may expound on the mischance at some point later, yet the real fall of the year which kept me far from some of my significant obligations and diversions happened to be the event or condition for my further falls. I am Martin. Give me a prospect to show myself in a convivial if not the formal way. I am six feet and one inch tall and has bruised eyes since my dad is an Asian descendant. When he remained in Europe for a musical drama assignment, he fell in love with my mother and lived there for whatever remains of his life just before the most recent year, when he went to Cologne for treatment of his terrible liver. At last, he surrendered to liver growth. He was fifty-eight when he died….
Before his decease, he made two dwellings, one in London and the other in Delhi suburbs and he sometimes went to India, and he rented the estate to a few negotiators, and received the fabulous lease for properties were his obsession. You can backpedal for he gained this veneration for relentless resources and I found subsequently from different sources-I met one of his companions, however, this kindred was not close…[ a considerable measure of his lifestyle follows]. In actuality, I needed to discover more about him through his dear kinships yet these individuals were either dead or went too far away places. His dear companion was of innovative propensities, and he once additionally had a place with a nearby gathering of lascivious, however, individuals who took after some belief system of adoration, where they had behaved uninhibitedly, flouting usual social norms sharing their assets and they all disseminated in time, some went to spirituality,some moved toward becoming craftsmen and some others had callings of instructing or other businesses. I disclosed to you before that my mom may have been an individual from that gathering when he met him out of the blue. My mother was a writer who composed free verses, and she appreciated the poems of Sylvia Plath and composed a little, however fervent sonnets and she composed and a ton of five line poems , which they call limerick, with significance in a ridiculous frame, here and there extremely unobtrusive about her life and her encounters. She had tremendous rendezvous with individuals, a portion of the high positioning ones, and she was sometimes not exceptionally at ease, thinking about some enthusiastic disappointments or absence of alteration, and my dad was in way envious to an excess of possessive for her adoration, while she in any event in some period of her life was free winged animal, and however she later capitulated to society’s standards and settled for mediocre standards and was a principal of a young lady’s college in Calcutta and later passed on after writing two books, one her collection of limericks and the other a treatise on young lady’s education, and she believed that society was excessively crossed to the idea of the development of the female psyche, and this in way made them less strong yet more productive and creative in inconspicuous ways, and numerous have contributed inside the dividers of the family, some who revolted, at last, lived away from plain view, some in families an as decent moms and grandmas and so on.. My mother,I am not sure might have met my dad in an earlier phase.. But in the event that one can trust the some of the old letters I recovered from my dad’s steel trunk after his passing and before he gave me a precious ring as a legacy which he got from his own father as the primary male individual from his age in the house, which I pawned in the market of Hyderabad, yet couldn’t recover as I had no cash to get it, and after the notice of the pawnbroker, he sold it to some person and I never went to that territory after that…….

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Martin’s ancestors had a place with the gathering of Portuguese mariners who went to the Indian drift for exchange and they remained in a waterfront town habitually while heading off to the places where they grew up of Lisbon, Oporto (Porto), Vila Nova de Gaia and Amadora, At last in serene periods when the wars were over a little band of Portuguese mariners remained in the Indian shore, some wedded the nearby ladies and some had European spouses from their places and a small vendor and angling group ascended in that town and eventually they raised a church for venerating and some took the final gasp in the Indian soil. What’s more, Martin belonged to the forward or fifth generation of that cruising assemblage which had in until stages associated with their original homes. Martin’s father acquired an enthusiasm for cruising pontoons, forest rides, his own particular sailboats and log watercrafts with his companions and went to the ocean, the kid’s dauntlessness and the interest for profound waters was remarkable from an early age and at school, he was known as a swimmer of outstanding talent and was incorporated into the varsity group that won awards. After he turned into a man he went to Europe regularly as he got an arrangement in the vessel that carried freight from the African and European coasts. The company selected more proficient mariners who were all around qualified and the subtitle of the ship was not particularly enamoured with him as he spent much energy in the transit lobby and night bars, to alleviate the pressure of the ocean. His close relative was especially partial to him, and once his uncle brought a proposition from his variety of relatives, yet his mom emphatically objected. She was, it appears to be especially intrigued by his going home and wedding there……

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Now and again, she attempted to measure the family trees and the curious associations of race and shading, however, without much success, to respect a couple of unintentional disclosures. These coincidental revelations were talked about finally over the family table and the talk fixated on the possibility of going to Lisbon by and by. So Martin’s father Alfonso went to Lisbon and stayed there adversary a year. Alfonso stayed in Mafra for about a year. He came across tombstones, chantries, tombs, specie, cases, ceramics and glass from the Roman era and found his original house near the old Roman road connecting Sintra and Peniche, which crosses Mafra, intersecting the Cheleiros, Mafra, and Ericeira. He also found a distant cousin of him and later, both carried a long correspondence for fourteen years till the death of the latter. He was also present at the funeral….
This was especially before his arrangement in the transportation foundation and when he berthed the position on the ship he was tremendously exhilarated that he could pay for his supper without throwing his daddy who was an advocate of self-reliance. The sire .however, not cunning, but was very calculative in even lesser concerns and would not part with a penny pointless and this was to the girl of his significant other, Gaby who preferred the Wednesday flea markets and the legume shops. Be that as it may, Martin’s dad did not hold these side effects of his granddad and was tolerant and liberal to a decent degree. ….

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He for some time went to his father when he was remaining in Lisbon simply the time of my mom’s separation. He was a decent person, a liberal person, yet by one means or another he couldn’t endure the autonomous ways of my mother who got pleasure by engaging visitors so frequently and had numerous tastes other than those of father, which she jumps at the chance to share, for some time she was occupied with the shooting of a film in France and that time was near another shadow. Someone from the film team and they together took numerous voyages. I don’t know exactly the kind of proclivity the mutual, perhaps it was just an innocent sort of friendship,but my dad who was very adamant in his ways and did not need anyone to overshadow him, particularly in his own family and this brought about a succession of squabbles between the two and on several events they smashed the significant glass pieces, they purchased together, some mementos of their prior association and none were in a position to budge, and after all what is marriage, I in some cases brood over that institution, regularly when I have much time far from work, a ton of alterations, for affection, numerous bargains and forfeits and now and again forgetting one’s own aspirations in life, just for the purpose of adoration, and on the off chance that that does not transpire… This was the situation of both my dad and my mother and they were obliged to pay a great deal for that while they isolated forever and the ones who endured most was my oldest sister and me.
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My oldest sister had in the meantime met a mountain climber companion who was in an approach to overcome Kanchenjunga in a gathering and alongside my senior sister I was likewise selected for that. But our interest shifted to a lower range-Hardeol.
[note-Hardeol also called as Temple of God is one of the major mountain peaks of the Kumaon Himalaya located at the northern side of Sanctuary and guarding the Nanda Devi. The 7,151 m (23,461 ft) highest Hardeol peak is situated in the Milam valley of Pithoragarh district in Uttarakhand. Hardeol peak lies very next to another Himalayan mountain peak called Tirsuli. HARDEOL reaches on the fringe of Chamoli and Pithoragarh districts on a pointedly cut vertical rock body growing from around 4420 m to reach its peak at 7150 m. It rested without a title until some 30 years back and was referred to as the south peak of Tirsuli. Locals in the Johar plain designate it Hardoli or Hardol and revere it as their supervising mountain deity.]…We got the aid, of Sherpas. We practised in hills and lower ranges to get confidence. then the practice became rigorous with steep mountainsides, and six months preparing for an organization. My future brother by marriage had climbed a couple of piles of lesser statures prior and was on a route acclimatized to the climate changes in the pinnacles, and the sudden changes in situations and furthermore the gear. I was a fresher and I had a companion with me who was from an indistinguishable town from myself and we arranged that on the off chance that it was not working in a sheltered way we will pull back from a lower post. It happened that way. When I was in the post no.- – I was grasped by unreliable emotions, a lot of tiredness as it was my first endeavor other than the little slopes I moved in the childhood years in the South, yet it was not to a mountaineer, but rather to see the magnificence of the Nilgiris, and the tea gardens and the spectacle of rain that fall all of a sudden on these provinces. I told my mate that I was pulling back from the endeavor, since I visualised my future in another style, and this was a wrong choice and perhaps I could be of administration to some halfway house in some other piece of the globe and serve the poor kids, with some affection which they lacked throughout everyday life, due to the conditions of their exceptional birth.and. In addition, the night prior to my withdrawal from the climb, a peculiar disclosure, came to me that I did not have the pioneer’s enthusiasm for such vanquishing and mine was a senseless ego trip and on the off chance that I fizzled I was not going to pick up anything profoundly, and for me it all of a sudden appeared to create the impression that life was the same in the statures and the plain fields and maybe I could be more upbeat in the fields with simple individuals whose lives are not tormented by aspirations of this sort. I told my companion of my internal ruminations, and he was additionally in a much comparative space and we both pulled back from the climb. After that, I had not climbed any mountains…
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Yet, life for me was very little upbeat over the span of that period. My sister, in any case, discovered peace and bliss in a wedlock of her decision, however, not me as satisfaction and peace dodged me and it appeared to be perpetually as in that year my folks were isolated and I was appended to both, a sort of an emissary amongst them, and they were very sad for my destiny yet couldn’t maintain a strategic distance from everything. It was all outside their ability to understand how the emotional life vacillates throughout everyday life, and words, when they had gone from some individual’s mouth, has such a gigantic power, to the point that can influence connections forever. God might see the intention behind each activity, however stupid man sees just activities, and can’t precisely observe the aims of the practitioner and flops pitiably throughout everyday life, either by being duped or by not recognizing the other’s guiltless mind or by being too smart in interpretation. Typically, I ended up downcast and abandoned, and in my endeavour to discover love went straight into a low organization of young men and young ladies, who gave me what I needed, joy, the momentary bliss with a considerable measure of freedom without values and tastes. I turned into an addict to explicit medications and certain patterns of practices. These were the circumstance that I reached the haven of the prior depiction where people of my sort of aberration stayed…

….[From a work of FICTION in progress]

 

 

 

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Senhora of Expectation-2

 

When he reached the cliff, he was close to debilitation and needed several minutes of gasping and huffing to come back to his old self. His children, both in the teens, were not the least bothered by the climb and instead, went on taking the well-shaped cobbles by the serpentine walkway and throwing them far into the canyon beneath. He ventured once to protest but abandoned, seeing the excitement in their spirit. For them, this was another occasion for jaunty adventure, that arrives once in a season. At the summit, the panorama was cloudless and bright and the sky was azure, and the rain that showered yesterday had mopped the valleys fresh. Every grime was scrubbed away from the front yard. On the side of the church, which was a blend of the foreign and indigenous architecture, stood several signboards in the local tongue and English, warning the guests to keep the site spruce. This is going to be a plastic-free zone in the future eras and is already listed as a national monument. Among the enormous natural boulders grew dense brambles and trees and the yellow flowers of Cassia fistula (Golden Shower, Indian Laburnum)at the distance gave the places a celestial tune…

The legend says that this was not the usual haunt of the saint many centuries ago. He lived in the small cave in the tiny range nearby and meditated and preached regularly his new religion. But on that special day of his passing, he was chased by the assailants and in an attempt to flee, he reached this mountain but was shot by one of the enemy’s weapons. But the legend varies…Finally, a monument came up.

He entered the shrine after removing the footwear, as it was the practice and his children accompanied him. There was a passage to the altar and on both sides, you see the depictions of the saints. And by the reredos, the relic of the martyr is kept for veneration along with the painting of the Madonna and the Child, he had brought with him from his country. The composition was reckoned to be done by a doctor who had contributed greatly to the faith. He kept silent at several instants in deep contemplation and reverence, and the air was quite solemn with pilgrims praying at several secluded corners. There were three masses- in the morning, noon and the evening.
By the other side of the shrine was a bookshop that displayed titles in several languages about the sacredness of the place and the cause to which the saints stood for. He bought a volume on the historical features of the site.
The children seemed famished and thirsty and pressed him for snacks, as the food packets he brought from the resort were consumed on the several stations of the tour. He proceeded to the only luncheon bar at the edge of the mountain and had to be satisfied by the scones of inferior quality and the bottled liquid that was of a new brand. With hesitation, he took those things, as the other tourists and folks. Many had brought the food parcels and are seen at private nooks under trees and emptying the parcels and then advancing with empty bottles to the drinking water tub…
Presently a fellow approached and chatted with him in the local tongue, which his children did not understand and he supplied the guy manifold replies and further engaged with him small conversation in the local tongue. His daughter who will be thirteen in the coming December went on staring at his face with great amazement by the style he spoke to him. When the person departed, as if in answer to her curiosity, he told her– ‘ I was born in this place’. She stood flabbergasted, but anyway not his son, who was in the pre-degree course and was hearing cricket commentary from his walkman. He continued- ” I was born in this city 48 years ago- To be exact, twenty-five miles from the place where we are standing now.” Then he told his tale in abstract- How his father and mother inhabited in this city before he was born, and after the independence of the country, when the separate states were created, his mother who was earlier in the British service, became an employee of the State government and how she accepted a transfer to the State of her mother tongue and took him along with her . He was only one and a half years old then. He studied in his native land while his father was hired in a newspaper press in this capital. But during each recess, he would revisit his father along with his mother and in those holidays, he gained many local buddies of his age and he used to converse that language like one amongst them. He even grasped how to read the alphabets and, yesterday he purchased a droll journal that was the rage of his youthful times [the founder editor, meanwhile deceased] and assayed to brush up his awareness in that semantics… But his son during this conference did not exhibit any awe as he had already comprehended this truth a couple of years ago when he had to fill up the application form for  the Youth -Camp he attended then- in the column of his father’s birthplace, he wrote the name of this city. The memory further transpires him to the stories of his parents of which he had only second-hand data mostly narrated by his own mama….

His mother and father belonged to diverse religions and his mother was the only educated member of her whole line and she came to this city when she was in her twenties. In course of time, she met with a bus accident and she was alone on the journey. When the disaster victims were evacuated to the hospital, she was the only passenger without a kinsman. Suddenly a young guy came to her rescue, discerning that she articulated his mother tongue, and got her in a carrier to the hospital. He waited by her side and informed her kin in the hometown about the mishap. – That was about 18 hours travel from there- He got the gashed dame, drugs prescribed by the physician and also food and fruits. Then they parted. The young lad was a social worker and a member of the National Movement. He, at times, had to seek the aid of some families sympathetic of the cause, and when he was in one such house, he encountered again for the second time, the above-mentioned accident-stricken lady, [now hale and hearty] and she was staying with that family as paying guest. The association soon matured into a fraternity and culminated in the marriage. The lady, for fear of her kinsmen, had to marry in secret, as she was bold enough to do that with an utter stranger, but had already given him the pass- grade at the clinic itself, seeing his sheer kindness to an unknown desolate woman.

The young man was assisted by his younger brother, as both regarded each other hugely and in spite of the disapproval of the other members of the line, the nuptials took place. The younger sibling stood as the witness for the groom, at the registrar’s office. The young lady’s intimate friend, Padmini Jackson, and another friend signed as witnesses. That was the marriage of his father and his mother. There was only one contract between them- You follow your religion. I will follow mine. You should not interpose in my sacred credos as I will not meddle with yours. They did likewise, till the closing shutters were drawn…
The sun was getting hotter and now he got a phone call from his wife, and it befell that she was almost free and could reach if necessary, by evening. But he informed her that their joint trip could be made at some other season…That instant his daughter announced that it was time for the midday mass and while they were, discussing, the chapel gong chimed…Suddenly he felt emaciated by a concatenation of thoughts and reflected for a while how he was unbecoming of the profound love of his spouse and the angelic smiles of his kids, recollecting his recent days in Saarbrucken.

–[To be continued]

 

Senhora of Expectation

Short story

He was chasing the steps that led to the mountain that was named after the martyr. On the 121- st step of the climb, he waited and took the limewater container from the kit and swigged two sips and scanned around to view the amazing flash of the city that stretched far and beyond. The spectacle that encompassed was once a center of trade and military and the Dutch, the Portuguese and the British competed for the supremacy and the British finally got it as a part of the Commonwealth. Nevertheless, the culture was hybrid, leaving the place to many traditions that are a conglomeration of the European as well as the native. From the 17th century, this part was populated predominantly by Anglo-Indians. He had in fact planned this trip a year ago and it was his wife’s urge that he scale these tracks in his salubrious frame and offer thanks to the Senhora of Expectation that was in the church at the top of the cliff for releasing him from the past malady.

Now in this very morning, his wife aspired to accompany him but in the end, hours was held back from it by a phone call from the head office, leaving the kids with him. Originally the journey was mapped in detail including all the four members. He thought for a while that if his wife were there, she would carry his hefty sack, and it will be comfortable for him to make this climb. These are the luxuries he enjoyed in her togetherness. In return, she will sleep on his lap in those long travels by night train, if they did not get reservation berth for both, as he could stay awake the whole night and postpone his sleep for the next day. A guide came and gave him some information, as he had earlier encountered him with the group of pilgrims at the base of the climb….

The Portuguese developed the shrine out of an old pious location. An Armenian merchant paved the granite steps till the end of the cliff, out of sheer piety, and the legends are that your expectations are fulfilled once you offer your prayer before the Senhora, and many believed in it and his wife was one among them. He had gone two years ago to see the Catalonian shrine of Our Lady of Montserrat with her because she was a great believer in and had her families near Barcelona…Our Lady of Montserrat or the Virgin of Montserrat (Catalan: Mare de Déu de Montserrat) that bore the inscription ”Negra Sum Sed Formosa” (Latin: I am Black, but Beautiful) and through his wife, he got much knowledge of these topics…

He met her two decades ago in Barcelona when he was the chief promoter of a text that was into its first Spanish edition. He went there with the book’s author and came back to his country with a woman. His wife. But that is an old story. During the last couple of years, he was not healthy due to different strains and then happened the ultimate bathos. He was coming from the office and waiting at the railroad station for the electric train. Suddenly the left part of his chest ached and he thought that it was a minor gas problem as he had experienced in the previous many years, but the catch did not sink and he took a seat on one of the concrete benches. He had reached this location every day at this particular course of the day for the office, but today everything seemed unusual, the terrains, his own perspectives. Quickly he swooned and when he gained cognizance, he was in one of the hospital beds with his spouse’s and children’s expectant casts around him. He later grasped that he had a heart attack. and further in the coming days, he underwent an operation and after several weeks of stay in the hospital came to his flat. When he was quite whole and commenced proceeding to work, in one of the fine mornings, his wife told him that she had promised to the ‘Senhora of Expectation’ on the mount and had sworn that when wholly healed, her husband will come and offer the thanks on this altar ascending the trails with his own limbs. And now he is here to accomplish her promise. He was not a believer at all. But in wedlock, you do plenty of compromises out of love and though he often suspected the pertinence of such thing, in his all-pervading integral life he yearned to lead[ though could not completely], and later when he viewed the bright smiling faces of his two children, his own more innocent versions, he is thrilled about the general outcome of it all.
–[to be continued]

THE HAPPY MAID

He was at close quarters. Dusk. The maid had just parted. Her name was Stephanie. Stephanie, an arresting figure. Tiger sharp with a whimsical look and an April sun like flash. A smile. And a few words on this brumous day. And a very few words. When September, came she gobbled up a lot of candy along with her stepfather who was very nice to her and considered her as her true daughter. Wear daisy. Borrow books. Eat Aranygaluska gulp Champurrado and sleep and at the end of the day few complaints, sing country music, snore, and sleep. She told to the west wind while taking food in the balcony-This is Stephanie eating lurid yellow cakes and dried chervil and sitting beside a foyer near Gramercy Park. The show has started. Marriage problems. Engaged once to a former wrestler. Now taking rest in the country with turkeys. All standard breeds- Black Spanish Turkey, Bourbon Red, Bronze, Narragansett, Royal Palm.Heritage breeds.Going to the Caribbean.Put her picture on youtube. Adventurer.staying summers at Hallandale.Wise Investor. Lazy husband.[Recently married]. Good dad.Weekly Shopper.carrot eater.old buddy.seasonal writer, philanthropist, the good neighbor, helper of outcasts and women, evening service in the public toilet, a free service and a good occasion to watch the life people. Not a body escaped without his scathing remarks. Life is flat at 32. What is that James Hukhin telling in situations like this? Did he see an emerald isle and suddenly vanish? maybe ‘no’.James Hukhin sputtered up the stairs and peered into the Byzantine oligopoly that cut through beyond the boulevards. A youth was looking into the feast hall inhabited by veterans. One veteran was rather hesitant to coerce to a lady who otherwise would have found elite company elsewhere. This summer he had found new ways of dealing with time. The maid had troubles at home. She was an adopted child and her original parents were living in the same town. Earlier when she was adopted there was an agreement that she would not see her original parents. Though her school was to a certain extent near her original parents’ house, she was not permitted to see them. As a child, she did not know about them. When she grew up, things became crystal pellucid. When she grew big, she requested the consent of her foster father to see her real parents. Because she loved his foster father, a kind man who was behind every move of her life, she did not want to affront him. Then, one day she went to see her original parents. They were so poor that they lived in squalor. Her father had a frail constitution and he often coughed. Her mother was sitting at the edge of the room which was dirty. There was neither fire nor wash space. Her father looked into her eyes and she saw a special radiation in his eyes, that he had never seen in her life. Her mother’s voice had a very guilty feeling. She felt confused. She learned from their conversation that they had a son younger to her but he has left home before some years and his whereabouts are not traceable. She did not know what should be told but was at loss of words. The happy maid saw that somebody was following her and she ran fast. When she reached Karakka, behind the culvert and the edge of a brook by which a road was passing by, and from where one can get a glimpse of the sunset, she looked back. No, the cat was not there. Not a hint of him. She looked down. The brook was flowing. A calmness that led her memory to so many fine twilights in the seaside retreat where she spent her time with her late husband.‘Miria’, somebody beckoned by her other name. It was like a whisper and a heavy truck rushed by. She is jinxed these days that she gets phantasms and maybe the noise she caught, or the one she was eager to hear was one of the countless items she yearned in life.
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Now she walked past the overbridge and the junior seminary where her boss’s boy studied and she reminisced about his strutting and uncouth manners. When you lose everything you thought as estimable in life, what will you have that the others will appreciate in life? Stephanie was into all these solicitudes when her old boss called her and told that her service is needed for her son’s marriage that will take place after a fortnight. She was surprised. So soon. That strutting fellow of twenty-three- for a girl. She was irritated by his long soup-strainer and when she climbed the stairs, he also climbed down. Quite mannerless. Seems he studied in a famous college and has no deportment. Stephanie knew how to regard old people, people who are not hale and older than her. This made her quite popular in the repository and in the omnibuses when she came back with loads of vegetables, she bought for other housewives. She got a cut for her work. She used a chunk of it and deposited the rest in the cooperative bank. Since she has no children to take care of her, she thought that this will be of some worth in her old age when she cannot work. She may need medicine. She may need the aid of somebody to assist her. Then she needed to give that person cash.And so she deposited the bills, the savings from her commissions in the bank. Many personages appreciated her in this regard. Particularly the bank manager. She also canvassed for the manager to get some huge accounts for the bank. She is powerful in a way. When the polls came, the candidates approached her to work for their party, as she knew many houses in that sector very closely and also the psychology of those people who inhabited the dwellings. Elders admired her because she kept the secrets of the families. She was a good matchmaker and many ladies solicited her support for the wedlocks of their sons and girls. Recently she got a groom for a lady’s daughter who was not getting a good alliance so far after years of search. This spread her fame as a matchmaker. In a way, she liked that reputation. But she did not get a good match herself so far. one fellow, she liked and he too liked her. He was a camion tailgater and went to other states in the truck. this was a good fellow, but later she found that he was a big drunkard. She did not like drunkards. Her father was one and she recalls how he used to beat her after the drinking sessions. Moreover, he had many bad companies and they would come at wrong times to call her father and he will go with them and never bothered about the family. this was a major grievance in her childhood and her father died at an early age leaving her mother alone with her. She was not given good grooming and her father’s vanguard was that women need not study much and studying more will make the ladies proud and a proud wife is not suitable for a family’s peace. strange notion, Stephanie thought to cover up his lapses. So Stephanie thought she will better remain a spinster than marrying a drunkard.So years passed and she became older and the grooms started to take little interest in her and her hairs started to gray, one, two, many more. but Stephanie was hopeful. She thought she could still do something for the society. she once toured a nursing home. She went to the ward of pediatrics and saw the crying children and felt sorry for them. It was rainy season and the roofs were leaking and some of the water went to the beds of the children who were already sick. The hospital staff was a matter of fact people. she barely saw a soul who stay together in the hospital after the assigned time. When their time is over, they cracked some jokes with their friends and left the hall. Stephanie found it quite bad and she went to the hospital many days and helped the parents of the children to give bottled milk or wash their small linen.She did it as a good way of action that will bring some peace to her mind.
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The maid did not like those people who stood at the Plaza and passed comments on her while she went out and came from work. the main reason was that they had a habit of gazing She did not want to be a stuff for mere entertainment, and she always thought of the honor of a woman. Sometimes she met her teacher who was a great salutatorian into philosophical subjects and was a topper in the university band, a rich and influential man’s son and who went into a mountain cave for three years in the prime of his youth when all many good parents were thinking of getting their daughter married to him. But he was a nice man and the only difficulty was that he had no time to spare for her. The maid was happy with him. He took her very earnestly and also taught her to read and write English in his additional time.the maid was smart.She made timely ripostes. She was a good matchmaker. This quality came to her by accident. As she was good at keeping secrets of the families she worked, many ladies told her many secrets which they even did not tell their husbands and children, she was good at it. keeping secrets. So she did not tell any family’s tearjerker to another family. And the ladies trusted her and also gave her some private fortunes they saved from their work to deposit in the bank. She also had gnomish savings which she hoped will be good sum when she is past middle age. Then she may want wampum to medical expenses. She may need a money to keep a nurse for herself, as she has no immediate kith and kin. She needed money to travel to some pilgrim centers which act she had postponed till then. Now she is not getting much time. She goes from work to work, scarcely rests for six hours a day, on a regular basis. On Sundays, she will not go to any house for work. In the morning, she would attend the shrine nearby and hear the speech of the speakers. It is an open garden at the entrance of the town, where all sorts of meetings are conducted, political, cultural., religious, even some theatre and folk dances and orchestra. she went to that open park on Sundays. there is a pool nearby and it has a facility for ladies to take bath. a closed enclave very private, to take bath . It was in the early periods used by princesses of a particular dynasty, that ruled these areas and there were beautiful granite marbles and brick stone walls and the granite boulders will lead to the tarn where fishes will be playing. Anabas testudineus of umteen colours and sizes. The fishes, will touch the bottom of her feet while she took bath and it will tickle her and she will laugh thinking of the vagaries of these creatures.
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Though she is a good matchmaker, she did not herself get wedded. Once she had associated somebody very close, it was a truck driver who went on driving trips taking cargos from a different state and she liked him. He also liked her she wanted to marry her but knew from some reliable sources that he is a big drunkard. Stephanie did not like drunkards. Because she remembers how her mother suffered because of her father who was a hard tippler. And an irresponsible man. But he bought her ‘vada” whenever he came from work, and she liked ‘vada’ very much, and it was from a good South Indian restaurant, and she ate four or five at a stretch because of its taste. Later she knew that too much consumption is not good for arteries, as it contained oil. This is made in coconut oil; boil the oil in a curved pan and you mix the flour in a good round, disc-like small configuration and put it in the boiling oil. You have to be very cautious lest the hot oil would splash and injure your body she liked this snack. And about his other habits, she was not otherwise happy with him, especially his treating his puerpera, and his card games and his friends who came to the house at odd hours to call him for the game of cards and they played for kale. Though the game with money was banned by law they gathered clandestinely in a house or shed or the enclave of the public amphitheater and played.So Stephanie did not like drunkards and she took a private oath that she will remain a spinster than mating such a sponge and destroy the calm of her life.

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The maid was now moving in a fast space passing the fields and creeks and she was about to enter the marketplace and suddenly it poured. She was in a way flabberghasted by the swift invasion of drizzles and somehow managed to enter the front lobby of a textile shop. She had come to this place a few times, but not in the time of rain. what a glorious earth to receive sudden showers so that the brambles and trees and berries and the plants and shrubs will get water to keep them nourished. Moreover, the torrent when it pours down and hits the roof made a sound quite similar to the trumpets and she remembered her visit to the festival with her friend Kutty amma and she was crazy of bangles in that season. She had bangles of various colors, red, purplish and violet and golden and claret and black and she loved the splattering sound it made on her body. they were practically giggling all their way when she went to market and housework. that was only a few seasons. Later she became fed up with that. Now she wears bangles, only a few ones to decorate her hands in a minimal way.
Now as she was watching, the rain fell profoundly and many people struggled to enter the shop and in a short time, there was a big crowd at the entrance. The shopkeeper, in fact, did not like this, still, he did not tell anything, and he showed the irritable grimace on his face. After all, these are not the clients to purchase his goods, but characters, vulnerable and drifting in the rain, who hoped too much on the weather that it would not rain. This is the rainy season. Any time it will rain. Stephanie was not interested in the new changes, and she kept on gazing at the rainfall. Let it pour more heavily. Now the water in small puddles seeps into the spaces where she was standing. But it did not touch her. It was so close. it became vehement and it had a special music and coolness and a beauty that cannot be compared. Stephanie saw the heavens still expecting for further showers. It was visibly opaque and a small lightning sound was heard somewhere in the distance. Not near her. It was plumb far. It was goodly. The rain fell stupendously and she grooved on every drop of it.
….[From a work of FICTION in progress]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LAILA’S WORLD OF LITTLE SORROWS

Laila, Laila, her mother called from the other chamber. She heard the sweet voice i when the mascara was on her face. There were three more applications yet to happen, not completely to her liking, but rather a routine before work. She utilizes a brush to apply the eye shadow, blending it into the end line and further allowing the tint to melt in a small volume and in thin patches and eventually, she will be a seraph, a blessed messenger for certain. The corporation she joined has let go, senior individuals of late, in light of the fact that the execution of their work is contracting. Naturally, who on earth does not realize that as warm-blooded animals get older, they turn lifeless, at work and elsewhere. The partnership then again does not want to get a handle on about those cogitative broodings which as per the board is only flaccid talk. They want to make as many buckaroos as possible and are the least worried about who will buy the farm in that process. Such a terrible culture for the ages. – to the detriment of the powerless and steadfast laborers. Presently Laila holds that her story is quite clogged. She isn’t hitched, she has a mother to care, who was a workroom accomplice before she resigned. Her dad has long back, quit away far from her mom. People have seen him culling gallnuts close to the Eastern Province, which two countries guarantee as for their own, yet after that no news about him. Her sibling is in some development organization in the Western Province. He has sent her the current photo of him with his metal headgear also, a wooden scythe on his shoulder with all the customary eight sections -Toe, Chine, Beard, Heel, Tang, Ring, Snath, and Grips …..A cutting-edge tractor was additionally behind at a short separation conveying folks similar in look to her brother. ..Further, he was moving in a line of individuals, a thousand and more laborers to do the substantial hard employment. Out of sight, there were skyscrapers touching the blue skies that will soon be loaded with all the cutting edge comforts of the world, even a swimming pool and a hanging garden, maybe like the one which was in Babylon. Who knows-It is a hard job and he messages that he won’t get leave and on the off chance that he withdraws without authorization, he will lose that contract as well. Youngsters who have better vim and zip are holding up very behind. ‘Laila’, her mom called her once more-she must be directed to the powder room frequently at nighttime as she can’t do it all alone. When she is away for work, a young lady comes and helps. She is gentle and is marginally taller than her. She has not gone to school. She additionally has a mother and a sibling very much youthful to her who goes to class. Her mom was a charwoman in well-off houses. Her dad is no more. In fact he went to a remote land for work, and that country was torn in inside issues and the leader of the government was usurped and there was much savagery and when everything was over, a couple of thousand individuals were missing, either dead or got away to some different terrains stealthily and her dad was likewise in that lineup of individuals who had such a prospect. She felt that the young lady’s story is much tantamount to her with the exception of the way that she, Laila was more educated. Her mom took uncommon care in her earliest stages to mold her. She could play guitar and violin and console. She can talk English easily like an English lady and with a hot Manchester accent. She took French as the second subject and she has an essential conversance regarding that matter. She will soon learn Spanish in the coming jaunt since she needs to peruse Cervantes in original, the most innovative author, she had ever relished in life-She read a considerable measure about his life and it is as yet a puzzle how he lived. In the event that there is one dream in her life, it is to see Cervantes-Suddenly she simpers at herself, how crazy her desire is- – Despite everything, she has all that sentimental likes of early youth, even after such travails and sways. Once she read a book titled ‘Passionate Imposter’ and it was half perused and kept on the table and her mom entered and saw the book and the title, and she didn’t comment anything, and Laila was relieved having been raised in that conventional air. However, later her mom told, possibly following a month or so at supper time-‘you should read serious books’, and she recollected that mother was thinking about that last episode of the imposter volume.- She figured she won’t marry till she purchases a decent house to her mom and a home and afford the cost of a home medical attendant, since she was perplexed how after marriage, things will turn up, regardless of whether he will be a kind man or the reprobate you sometimes view in silver screens, a hard despot in the family- – then it will be a harrowing time for her mom . She thought for some minutes how to tackle these questions of life…

 

Suddenly it showered and all her awareness swung to the rain……At that minute, rain was drenching the woods in rhythms. She is pretty fortunate to live in this country with abrupt cloudbursts – – Outside the transom, there were layers of hedges, fenugreek, fern and shamrock and the breeze hurled delicately over them. Her mother takes a few herbs frequently with lemon juice added to deliver a foamy relish eaten with a sop…..The wind also comes abruptly, however, more often than not, it is hot and halfway cloudy. There is a desert 200 kilometers away and the annual celebration is renowned all through the locales, particularly the flee market is a haven for hippies and voyagers and audacious folk. An old fortress of recorded esteem was closed as of late, on the grounds that a chap went to the highest spike when no sentry was around and hopped down and lost his life. What men do out of the gloom, Laila thought, yet here she is sculpting her strength to the maximum…In October, more clouds will bob up and they will harden to ominous cast as you stay watching them, and it will be trailed by lightning and thunder- – Otherwise, it is a time comme il faut
to walk in the evening to the Fort demesne with friends. The place had avenues of Black Oak[Quercus velutina],Chestnut Oak[Quercusmontana] and Northern Red Oak [Quercus rubra].. They later savored beverages in the café and the waiters would grin at you deferentially and she realized that she is flawless in appearance, and she now does some more cosmetics – she can even surpass any lady in the tinsel and she realized that many heroines are not as wonderful as her after all, and at the inaugural coffee klatsch of the new experimental play, she met a hot on-screen character and had espresso with her and she felt extremely sad for her physical make-up that even after so much contrived face lifts, she was not as adorable as Laila. A lot of her companions told that the nose of the actress which they saw in the present film was due to a cosmetic surgery- Still, she doesn’t acknowledge entirely such things – There are skeptical individuals all over the place, some even esteem that envy is something to be thankful for as it paves the way for self-improvement, however, Laila has different views . In fact, she has less time for such negligible focuses. She has a great deal of drive and she sought to satisfy all of her dreams in this short however lovely life…- In this season she needed to take part in long and cumbersome tours, and see loads of bucks and alcohol is in the scene… her immediate supervisor had as of late passed a final proposal on the appearances, there are such a large number of con calls… ‘Darling are you hearing’, her mom solicited again..Hers is a case from sequela of past head damage she endured in a climb, arterio-venous fistula, and the continuous treatment, for that she got a transfer to this town where the best specialist in that branch lived. There was a progress in the case, the doctor told, indeed, a case for the specialist, however her own mother for Laila…..

 

The specialist said in the last checkup that the survival chance in this is high and she was very cheerful when a month ago she took the mother in the wheelchair, her kin sent and guided her to the court and they had some amusement, and that was very salutary. The entry to the clinic was brimming with white pines and white tower birches and she thought how the swinging of birches was once a world in imagination when she read Frost, but she saw someone doing it actually in life, a thing she contemplated frequently. A cargo camper was passing and gave out a lousy horn- – and out and facing them strolled a man with a wild swagger in his stride and they slowly entered the doctor’s facility premises to see the expert and it was his time of O.P. and at that moment her mother requested for coffee and they both entered the canteen,and then a patient barfed and the stewards flushed up the basement and for a couple of minutes, the scene got chaotic. At last, the crisis staff came and settled the issue. The patient was evacuated to the emergency ward. In fact, he was just hanging by after a transplant – ……..The results of the blood tests will come soon. Now she thought of the leader of her work wing who has two secretaries, and they wear those exposed attires. Here, work is more an extension of seduction game, to some degree the vestiges of an enticement culture that was acquired from some apathetic kings of yore who gave severe punishments to their subjects while they cunningly freed themselves from that story. The history is repeating in another context, new sahibs are thinking of novel jargons, however, in the heart, it is the old story. The law of the animal kingdom, the strong feeding on the weak and sharing the supper with its folk. Laila had a mystery razor in her sack which she conveyed while she set out to different nations for security purpose. In case she was put in irrepressible circumstances, the razor will help her and luckily, she had not used it so far. In the event that the director misbehaves in the Singapore voyage she will employ it, she assured herself- – Now she muttered and all of a sudden a weakness wrapped her, no, she thought, she has so far stopped all that stuff and in her arsenal is that most covetous of weapons, courage, which nobody can take away and she will record her own narrative against all odds…..

–[From a work of FICTION that is in progress]

 

 

 

 

 

MENAGERIES IN A PORT TOWN OR ANNE’S STORY

…….This was the first season of the year and her stepfather appeared in his car, the new one .-Cadillac CTS, that he had bought when his operations in the second company that he invested became quite fetching, even without his old predictions. But he was quite hesitant about matters with her studies and despite her mother’s plans to send her to the university, did not concede. On the other hand, he said– Far away, it would warp your character, a reason she found childish-. But more than often she had him off guard revealed his wild species of behavior on a numerous of occasions: beating , knowing very well that she had passed the whipping phase, at the most, the crack, which can not be very right if you think she was pretty smart and a paradigm of conduct and past eighteen. ..her father surrogate, came into his life, late, a sledder and fifty past and an arbiter now in seasons and is leveraging in risky enterprises and having more time in this late season for golf and also the altruistic things that he did for show , but in any position, not real– Of course,in his case charity did not start at home. He was an avid participant in ad blitz meetings and the night before he would be rehearsing the dithyramb, sometimes used a tarboosh on his head to make him stand out from the masses. Also about the baldness that is invading his top recently. But his friend said- alopecia is a trivial quandary, in case you have two working kidneys and that is more than a treasure- and he cachinnated sardonically- furthermore some lady at the corner may fall for a bald blade though he is slightly far away from that era.- in the realm of love and courtship, preferences vary from people to people- there is no text book rhythm for love- and his friend apprised him on such matters– these were great elaborations and that day they parted after a pleasant quaff– a new arrival from China–, that the bartender proudly presented his customers ————-Your old photographs are a great contrast to your present-day style. He, in the last year, campaigned for the candidate who won, making him fit in the next cycle after those parlour games– This will undoubtedly reserve his seat, he conceived in the next cabinet, still he will show what he can achieve there and taking into account his lack of education, many deeply doubted. His opponents knew him better, a pretender and a dastard to the bilge, and during campaigns, he used the native attire, in order to make the public feel out that he is one among them, but in real life far from that……Anne knew his more personal fronts when her mummy was away and he was very hard with her and then she sensed another woman’s mug shot with him in a yielding pose, and then a volcano burst out in the clan and the fumes were liquidated only after a few seasons..This made him a staunch opponent of her, and the little attention he showed her at the beginning was limited after this episode of mutual explosions…………Anne did not pardon him for getting her mother away, nor was she prepared to apologize for her actions. This made her a visitor not invited in her own household and her, as such, till the matters worsened, was very nervy in resisting him, but afterward, the events said that his will was more sinewy than hers and she lost in this clash of wills in any way.Besides her mother after the death of her papa was lonely and wanted to have an emotional sense of security in her threshold. This was, you may deem a mother’s right, if you think a bit, at least a few seconds in your busy groove, how far she had expended her energy and time with a share of nervous strains and bugaboo that attended it, to land her up to such a stature……

The university was her only hope in these tough times and never wanted to visit the house neither in mass nor at Christmas. She had good friends in the second and last year, and later during house surgeoncy, practically all of her close friends were older. But her teammate in the basketball tournaments, who was in her party at another school, often visited her room and with her, she went to multiplexes to watch movies. The fantastic celluloid world made her occupied for some years and, during this era, she forgot her own story and, although she carefully watched the apparels and accessories of female characters in these cinemas, sometimes she was bitter and jealous of some of them. She forgot that heroes or heroines we adore just because they are there.See, on second thoughts, their destiny is not distinct from us- the same pressure, stresses, work, anticipation, and all, even some of the illnesses for which we are under the medics. In the second year he had a short-lived relationship and was interrupted for some reason, perhaps this man was not happy with her, and then her whole company became women. During her Easter vacation, when she arrived from the city, her stepfather bought a car for her but was surprised that for a moment she liked to think of him as a good man. But then he said that to many personages in the line, even when he was present, that he bought a car for her and she despised these self-indulgent conversations. Maybe some people learn the basic lessons in life too late and maybe some will never learn at all …
Anne was not particularly happy in her old school. Because she came from a different environment than others, because her father J. was a diplomat to this capital, where he took his last breath. When his father lived, the house was full of guests, and his father was an exceptional donor to the church and other charitable institutions and he did it from the heart. He did not turn this into a spectacle, nor did his left hand what his right hand did. This sometimes provoked some argument in the family, during meals because her mother wanted to save more money for her family, save this for Anne her for a decent marriage, but her father was not too keen in these discussions and told Anne that one should be at heart dead to this world in order to look for another. Anna ignored these talks completely. But these arguments did not lead to any fight, because the father would never put mummy in a situation where she would be found guilty and would not leave for a position where no love was found. According to him arguments did not produce anything, and only as Hamlet says, words, words,words– But he died in one of his trips, and it was an automobile accident and the reasons for his death have not yet been publicly confirmed and has been a great story for journalists what was the exact cause of death……..But Anna thought very well that it was an accident, because there are events of life, something good and some other thing bad, and it can only be found by a few, a saint or a man with a sharp mind or prophetic faculties, but Anne or her mother did not belong to this holy company.—-

After her father’s death, her mother lived a few years alone and partly depressed, almost three or four years, and was her younger uncle became the caretaker of assets, who was not very honest about accounts and gave incorrect information about their agrarian resources. He sold some of his shophouse goods without their consent and made a farm and a menagerie. I personally feel that a menagerie is a good investment for old gentlefolk who are otherwise free, for it gives a lot of insight into our present human state on earth- what is the exact magnitude of our lives– For a long period in year, the mother and daughter of churches and monuments through Palencia and Athens. .. Great Palencia in northern Spain. Start from the eleventh century, San Miguel Church has a Romanesque apse and Gothic facade with Gothic exterior and Renaissance altarpiece with paintings by Juan de Flandes. Cristo del Otero is a large post-cubist representation of Christ by Victorio Macho, who is buried in the chapel underneath. The Museo de Palencia has Paleolithic artifacts, Roman mosaics including sacred art…….Her mother was particularly linked to churches, a great fan, and musicians who were associated to the litanies, and had contact with some European authors. ..In all the tours her heart and eyes were riveted upon sacred monument or Gothic shapes.It was a good time. She always carried a long staff with a silver head, which she kept like a shoulder arm and encased it in a thick beast hide and in the journeys, the thing evoked much curiosity and suspicion…..This transport was organized by a local company that had links to the hotels and guided centers abroad. It was a good time for learning…….
…..It was the second term of the holidays, there were many trees bloomed in the park and some were deported due to a sudden change in the climate, a volcanic eruption that happened fifty-five miles away but with minor hards to life. the government had predicted it and had removed the households, Anne decided to go to the city by acquiring new projects for the medical company. She would like to continue the art course, go to Art Gallery and travel near Metro Gateway where she would like to take lunch almost every day with her uncle’s son who was also a doctor and like she studied at a single distinguished school… This was a new chain of metro work with the underground railway station to ease the trouble of the metropolis at peak hours. The chief planner was, in fact, three years senior to her in the same missionary school with commonwealth red bricks and the chap’s profile when she read in the newspapers, she was quite amazed, as he was the school leader of her time and both of them had taken part in the rhetoric competitions in the nearby school, going in a batch led by the class teacher, and if her memory is sure, once he bought her an auricomous ice cream which was rare in those eras. Now she and he are following different routes of fate and whose stock is better or worse can only be known towards the end and still, it is a great enigma for the human mind to unravel. –She wanted to go to Northern sides of the country and work with the village folk for a while giving free medical aid and leave everything again and return to the metropolis.She loved the city and it was there in all her dreams. But the city was not expressly comfortable and there was a lot of interruption on the roads. Her routine in these seasons is precise. In the summer months, she used to work as a specialist in the sanitarium and in the rainy season she was chained to the laboratory of the establishment and in the spring and other seasons she was in the O.P. and the Casualty. The position as the laboratory researcher, she hoped will grow up in time and she will have her own contributions, especially in the area of carcinoma, that took away many of her loved loves abruptly. For many years her colleagues went to foreign lands to make money, but she wanted to stay in the country and look at the territory and enjoy the gossips and see the volcanoes and the ocean and see the old folks in the Southern Room which were a private house built solely for her by her father when he was living, that housed her library, stereo, Chopin, and Mozart, and her old diaries, where except for her uncle’s son and her sister who had auburn hair, nobody was permitted to enter, her small heaven in this busy world…

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