LOVE AND HATE

Doamna noastră de poveste, domnișoara Helen Lucia Parks este un personaj neobișnuit din numeroase trăsături, până în momentul în care am aflat într-o zi, natura copilărească, la sfârșitul zilei, într-o seară bună în Pyrenees. În mod cert, nu am fost niciodată fanul ei, însă a avut numeroși fani în comunitatea noastră, ca urmare a capacităților ei teatrale interesante și a spiritului său unic și a unor caracteristici diferite de acest gen. Într-adevăr, am fost în casă într-o lună de iarnă și citeam o carte până la miezul nopții, la ora 2 dimineața, când unchiul meu avea o dificultate bruscă de respirație, ceea ce îl făcea imposibil să stea și chiar să șoptească și în acea agitație, un taxi din depozitul de cartier și l-au dus la spital.

A fost un spital, suficient de mic pentru a găzdui cincizeci de pacienți la un moment dat, iar domnișoara Helen Parks a fost proprietarul virtual al întreprinderii, deoarece proprietarii originali au plecat în America din anumite motive. Deci ne-am așteptat pe Helen Parks să se comporte într-un mod adecvat pentru un vecin [casa ei era la aproximativ 100 de metri de a noastră în aceeași localitate]
Dar ea a acționat într-un fel de fapt și a luat cazul nostru ca orice alt caz care vine la spital, fără a detecta situația de urgență a situației, vârsta pacientului sau chiar faptul că suntem vecini și, de asemenea, când a fost tineri în vârstă au avut unele conexiuni private cu familia noastră. Această parte voi spune în curs. Deoarece implică reputația fratelui meu mai mare, trebuie să fiu mai prudent în narațiune ….

 Și în cabinetul medicului era disponibilă și m-am mutat spre ea pentru o examinare terapeutică rapidă și a mers cu dosul cu destule gesturi ciudate și unchiul meu și-ar fi luat ultima suflare acolo, până când punctul în care seniorul meu senior ajunge la loc și a dus la un alt centru de vindecare. Fratele meu mai mare, care a venit în vagonul său oficial de la noaptea în schimburi în cabinete chirurgicale, ma spovedit pentru acea activitate lipsită de sens și, în plus, mi-a amintit de multe ori în viață, în diferite ocazii, pentru raționamentul meu flippant să-l iau pe unul nostru unchi în centrul de vindecare al acestei femei drepte.

Fratele meu senior niciodată nu sa bucurat de compania lui Miss Parks oricum în oricare din ultimele perioade de viață. Dar nu era tocmai întregul adevăr. În vârful tinereții, era un fan al ei, ca și alți băieți ai localității noastre. Miss Parks a fost frumoasă, mai înaltă decât alte fete de vârsta ei și a avut un geniu pentru mimicrie, iar în comunitate arată că apropierea ei era una strălucitoare. Tatăl ei, un soldat pensionar, a avut o mândrie specială în a-și crește fiica cea mare. În primii ani ai școlii ei, mulți oameni mi-au spus, mai ales, prietenul meu, J. că tatăl ei a vrut să-i facă un orator celebru și a început să dea cursuri de vorbit. Dar, din păcate, planurile sale nu au venit la viață, deoarece Helen avea o cunoaștere slabă a vocabularului, iar gramatica ei era îngrozitoare și a făcut multe mișcări jenante pe scenă, nepotrivită pentru un vorbitor sobru. Ea a fost mai mult în spiritele care acționează decât să articuleze ceva prudent. Apoi, tatăl a luat-o la sesiunile de acțiune și în timpul sărbătorilor de la școală, când băieții vor urca copacii și vor obține nuci de caju din ea și vor călări în cărucioarele de bullock până la malul râului, făcându-i pe șofer și pe animal, Helen Parcurile vor repeta “Tamingul scorpiei”. Nu e de mirare că a devenit actor. Așa sa întâmplat și cel puțin în câteva situații ori de cîte ori am mers la ea pentru a renunța la niște cărți de invitație [fratele meu nu va merge] Am contestat cu seriozitate dacă domnișoara Parks acționa în toată viața sau doar pe scenă.

 Dar vezi, povestea fratelui meu ma făcut să mă împotrivesc domnișoarei Parks. Nu am fost niciodată fanul ei, ți-am spus mai devreme, iar fratele meu mai mare a fost destul de proastă să ceară mâna acestei femei mândru. El a fost norocos, am crezut uneori mai târziu că a fost scutit de toată situația prin noroc sau altfel viața lui ar fi fost mizerabilă la bătrânețe cu copii mai proști decât Miss Parks și totuși imaginați că toți se predau la vechiul lor tată, care va fi situația lui în acele epoci și când ficatul, creierul și memoria sunt vulnerabile …

Iubea-o pe Helen, asta a fost ceea ce fratele meu a declarat cu toată seriozitatea pentru mine în două sau trei ocazii, deși eu nu contez prea mult declarațiile sale în această privință. În orice caz, nu am crezut niciodată că, din moment ce nu era autentic cu tinerele tinere în perioadele sale timpurii de tinerețe dinamice, le-a numit pui și păsări și termeni inumani la o creație divină pe pământ. Se pare că domnișoara Parks mi-a disprețuit fratele, indiferent de punctul în care se îndrepta spre ea, cu această chemare de adorație. Deoarece după acel eveniment, probabil după trei sau patru ani, mi-a spus soției mele că fratele meu este cel mai puțin masculin de figură, se așteaptă în viața ei viitoare. Avea nevoie de un bărbat progresist, de tip sfidător, cu preocupări sociale foarte mari și, de asemenea, îmbrăcat fără cusur și, eventual, cu o cravată și costum, dacă nu, cel puțin o jachetă, totuși prin toate metodele potrivite pentru gusturile doamnei atunci când mergea la minge , pentru că ea și-a imaginat partidele enorm. Fratele meu a fost un drum lung din acest fel. El a îmbracat ocazional, într-un mod boem și după ce a intrat în clasele de muzică de la piața din centrul orașului, a început să-și crească părul mult timp, așa cum făceau tovarășii săi, și din când în când era extrem de dificil să-l descoperi într-un grup din spate, un bărbat sau o doamnă. Dar, prin toate mijloacele, l-aș putea scoate de la orice adunare, indiferent dacă sa camuflat ca o doamnă, în îmbrăcăminte și accesorii de o doamnă, și că este fratele meu și singurul meu frate, așa că mi-am amintit de întreaga personalitate a el cu inima și chiar cum s-ar comporta în câteva circumstanțe în viața de zi cu zi și care va fi răspunsul său la anumite situații și chiar câteva cuvinte care vor veni în mod inevitabil din gura lui în câteva clipuri critice și poate mult mai mult ..

Acest lucru se datorează faptului că oamenii mei ne-au trimis la grupuri și cursuri de formare similare, chiar pe litoraluri și librării și arhive și până în anul al nouăsprezecelea, am rămas împreună și ne-am plimbat împreună. De fapt, până atunci a fost cel mai apropiat prieten al meu. Ne-am luptat adesea pe lucruri stupide și am devenit din nou prieteni, pe o simplă creștere. A fost în principal pentru că amândoi eram expresivi și nu am putut suprima sentimentele și, de asemenea, le-am articulat dacă circumstanțele erau potrivite pentru acest lucru sau nu. Acest lucru a cauzat în mod constant multă chiculare și îngrijorare în cazul social al indivizilor pe care nu i-am angajat niciodată mai devreme în viață. Când un pudding delicios a fost servit într-o adunare, pentru noi doi, și gazda a fost partenerul tatălui meu vechi, și atunci când budinca a fost servit am răspuns în italiană–
‘Che dolce cosa!’
Am folosit aceleași idiomuri – și aproape un aspect similar pe față.

Gazda, prietenul tatălui meu și soțul meu s-au îndreptat spre noi și ne-au privit în mod curios în jurnalul nostru și am chicotit. Doamna, de fapt, a chicotit în spasme de râs, totuși bărbatul ei doar a zâmbit generos sau poate să fie în pace pentru a neutraliza pentru vocea soției sale. În plus, fiica mai mare a gazdei care a fost căsătorită a alergat apoi spre noi, care [a fost mai în vârstă decât noi sau patru ani] și am spus într-un ton solemn și jumătate amuzant în italian-

“Supponiamo, devo scegliere da te nella remota possibilità che entrambi mi siano stati presentati, prima del mio vero matrimonio, sarò nei guai per scegliere uno di voi. Entrambi siete dolci ed estemporanei … “
Vedeți că această femeie este la fel de sinceră și simplă în exprimarea sentimentelor ei dacă poți imagina odată faptul că tânărul ei soț și fiica ei mici se aflau în apropiere și vedeau întreaga scenă.

….–[De la o lucrare de FICTION în desfășurare]

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Journey

He was in the secondary lounge of the transport and his significant other could figure out how to get a seat in the first line. It was maybe his slip-up not to book the seat ahead of time and to be happy with the seats the conductor gave on availability. He recollected that he never had reserved a seat in any of the transports he travelled in his youth. That was a piece of the reasoning he followed in his adolescence and middle age when he had accepted life as greater voyage and a similarly greater adventure, and he would not like to sound himself as a two-timer. Also, he had even disheartened people taking such a great amount of alert in their visits and rounds, and had even made fun of those chicken-hearted souls for missing the mystery of future by such a large number of early courses of action.

In any case, now he is no more that young fellow who could bear alone the bothers that travels offer without fitting trip programs. He estimated himself to be an elderly person at any rate physically, and at the same time, he favoured to survey himself as a young man with his significant other whenever they were both alone. He now and then partook with her a portion of his old juvenile jokes and she would alert him in a diverted note, kids will hear, or others will catch, and chide him lovingly. In truth, he didn’t know numerous jokes. Around here, his wife outperformed him and she could tell a joke convincingly and after her jokes, all would yell in giggling. Then again, whenever he told a joke just a couple of individuals snickered, and others would keep silent and look curiously what his genuine expectation was and also meaning that they expected something more serious from him.

Presently the transport is going to start and he was seeing his own situation in the carrier and felt somewhat befuddled, as the journey is about a hundred kilometres, and the plain idea of how he will reach the goal in the wake of numerous expected knocks and turns in this risky course when the traffic is, for the most part, heartless and the drivers had a portion of the tendencies of his own juvenility, accepting it as a happy adventure, however he remembered he never had been foolhardy in any of the periods of life..

When he was thinking this way, the bus started with a sudden yank as though to caution him about the future perils of the trek. His better half turned once again from the front seat and grinned. He likewise grinned however felt that she won’t experience the same number of jolts and moves like him in the progressing venture seating herself in the front row and he occupying the last but one seat of the transport.

He looked for some time at his wife as if she were entirely someone else from another family he has not seen so far, and attempted to observe without emotions. This gave him an impression of her beauty and the slender figure, which he sometimes had admired in other women. Obviously, she is a lot more youthful to him in age and looks. In fact, she is around nine years younger to him and he has known his better half numerous years prior to his marriage as an individual from his family, being a far-off cousin from his mother’s side. The marriage was an incredible experience as he for all intents and purposes eloped with her in light of the fact that the families did not support of the wedlock, particularly her father who was a strong man and had extreme perspectives on life. Truth be told, his folks, particularly his mom was glad since this occurred after a period that he had announced openly in the family circles that he had chosen to be a hermit. It was never his intention to marry her and he considered her only as a friend or a good relative who had sympathies to his style of living and had a kind of blameless association with her, primarily through letters and incidental gatherings when he would ponder on genuine issues of life and she like a student tuned in to his babbling. Presently it happened that her folks needed to get her wedded to a worthy groom and she opposed all proposals. Furthermore, things developed to such a pivotal stage, to the point that he was forced to leave the place with her so as to keep away from catastrophes. Both of them left without illuminating others and went to a neighbouring land, to enter where you needn’t bother with an international ID. There they landed positions as teachers in a boarding school because the school favoured couples as staff and they were couples if not formally. To be brief, life made them a couple. It was here that they both began cracking jokes between exercises so as to elevate the state of mind of the understudies and in his class, the students told that ‘Miss is fantastic as far as humour is concerned’. He didn’t feel jealous of his significant other because, in his heart, he realized that he outperformed her in numerous different angles…

The bus turned to a bumpy patch and he had practically to hold the side of the seat with both hands in order to avoid a fall. This happened several times in the course of the journey and it was a good exercise for his otherwise sluggish body. At one point, the bus stopped at a minor junction, and the conductor announced that there is ten minutes -break and with many other passengers, he also got out and headed to a nearby stall. Some remained in their own seats not having anything to do with the shops or the outside world

He got tea and snacks for his wife and had something for himself as well. He saw that she didn’t express thanks, however, appreciated his turn but thought at heart that it is his obligation to regard his wife. After all, the time she had languished over this old fool… He recollected that before marriage she would tell thanks for each little assistance he gave and it was how she had been instructed by her military dad. He indicated that at whatever point, one may express thanks or thank you at each possible advance and definitely, she followed that coaching and was classed as a fervent and wise dame, much applauded by her peers.

She had additionally two sisters younger to her and both pursued the same school of thought and philosophies of protocols, and with her mom who wedded her dad when she was just sixteen years old[an offence in modern era], the female society in the family was on a par with a minor brigade and her dad was the self-announced officer of that troop. But the fight here was more interior than external, and he won it always alone and held all the badges to himself, by his strong articulations and muscular prowess, till at a later stage one of his kidneys began declining and he needed the aid of his significant other at each trail of life… …
……..[To be Continued]

COUSINS

The new day dawns with a warm note when the azure sky manifests itself above the sea swells that carried endless whispers from the past. The husky man stood there stock-still as an onlooker to the waves and his eyes gleamed in aspiration perhaps for many minutes… And I’m still pausing for you in this secluded niche of the panorama that has plenty of eucalyptus trees with their distinct aroma around, looking forward to joining you for an intimate chat… Dear friend, this is a meeting season… October passed and with it, the parting of a beloved one, numb to the bottom as if to ridicule the love we bore to one another, still it isn’t wise to tarry along these lines further, for, I have trust that we will meet once again, if not soon……
An ambulance service paces by and it’s been the most glorious day for me and you dear and who can grasp for certain that we will breathe for long or even tomorrow for that matter, still I hope we will be friends in this life and after this one also, if we receive approbation for that happening…
A hospital survived in front, and after that a lovely tree. The clinic is a vascular infirmary, mostly patronised by old folk, and a few youthful ones, too. The doctor comes to the porch of the arcade and grouses something to herself and retreats. Thankfully, this is something the season has to offer now. Dear, did you ever mark the flare in her eyes? The new recruit from a Scandinavian country whose home is near the place after Galati in a Moldovan village, where the Danube flows to the sea[as she told yesterday]…

I met the doctor yesterday and mentioned to her the issues of my elderly cousin from my father’s side, about his recent medical problems and the doctor, gave us an appointment for today. That was all. There is a tiny tea stall in the proximity, that boasts of novel items in the menu, pizzas and cheese tortellini slaws and vegan culinary –about six or seven guys are hurrying in to catch the attention of the bench assistant for vouchers or tokens. Meanwhile, a middle-aged lady is thrust back in the race and the counter boy obviously notices and calls her to the head row to get the token and this gesticulation precipitates some measure of mortification in the male casts, who left to themselves and alone were fed to act in unusual trends. But none stretches out to demur, because of one reason or the other. One specific cause, I may tend to know that transpired in our family, that eldest female member scolded all the others for such a prototype of display. This is quite a private theme and I’m not fretting over it…

Today, there is an appointment at Brooks and my buddies have agreed to assemble there in the salon of a mate that is in the corresponding edifice. We will review topics concerning them and that covers some family liaisons too.
The physician arrived meanwhile and my kinsman was ushered into the chamber and it appeared that he was reluctant to face the new evolution of his body. He has been for eras, a supporter of the doctrine of Dependent Origination, still, it did not assuage the existing predicament. The expert, after numerous sittings of investigation, spoke to her superior professor over the telephone and one could eavesdrop feebly the other’s commanding articulates from the receiver.
Then the doctor turned to me and delivered various guidelines and prescriptions of drug and narrated that these could be purchased from the store that is in the same complex. And also that I must meet her after a week.
We withdrew from the surroundings and hit back home.
My kinsman has been sojourning with me for the last three weeks. This was in fact after copious years of parting and when my parents were living, we used to see each other at least once in two years. Some family events would make occasion for this gathering. Earlier in life, when we were children, the meetings had been more regular, once in a year or even twice. We will assemble at each other’s house in turn during vacations. My house at that era was in a hilly town noted principally for a dam and a magnificent park overlooking it. I knew every cranny and corner of that neighbourhood because whenever a relative visited our house, it was my duty or privilege to take them to the places of interest. My father would bequeath me some additional bucks for that, and I was pretty happy. Another attraction of our town was that there is a Fort made by an old ruler and was abandoned in the hands of other sovereigns after his passing in a decisive battle. This particular ruler had similar sorts of Forts in other sections of the country.[Later, I could see the very ground of his terminal fight]… My cousin’s ancestry was in another city about five hours of trip by bus from our town and this place is a harbour Town and an early port in British times and is linked with the manufacturing of coir merchandises. For kids like us, the foremost appeal was that it was a haven for fish delights. We whenever went to this spot, would advance to the seacoast and see fish accumulated by the anglers from the net. Moreover, fish, at the collection time is unimaginably cheap and it was like a miracle that we would go back homeward purchasing packs of fish that we struggled to carry, at a surprisingly low cost and to remember those seasons again is also a thrilling experience…….

–[From a work of FICTION in progress].

Uncle and the Leopard-1

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Uncle and the Leopard-1
As I have promised my readers in a prior note of this sort, I was to expound on my second uncle and his encounter with a panther when he was away from his relatives and living in woods. Some of you perusers may recall the way that he as a single guy, had a personal illicit relationship with a wedded lady and was the cardinal accused in a murder mystery.The story as I got record from different sources, portrays that lately the spouse of that woman was killed and my uncle was the prime suspect. The previously mentioned lady,it is told, had numerous lovers, some even secret ones. This saga was frequently described in our family hovers, as an exercise to the young fellows of the new generation, who begin indicating salacious propensities and how a few cases could lead to such appalling coup de grace. I am not specially fond of such sorts of over chary delineations of old folks, but the last word to such stories is the maleurous certainty that human destiny can see movements to any directions, good or awful. Briefly, the outline of such things is hidden to us, human beings.
 
Here is my uncle’s fable- As I have described in the earlier post, he could get away from a mischancy end, partly in light of the fact that he was innocent and halfway on the grounds that he was fortunate and mostly in light of the fact that he could get the best legal advisor of his time . So the fate favoured him generously and he lived for around sixty or so years on this planet after that occurrence, generally joyfully. However, he totally cut himself off the adventurous way of life of his youth and furthermore the young allies of bold nature, the sort of whom who had a great deal of vitality and time and cash yet little direction throughout everyday life. Yes, you can tell that my uncle turned into a new man. In spite of the fact that he didn’t wed any lady(the genuine reasons, I don’t know), and carried on an unhitched male’s life, he kept a ton of good companions and was the best company for anyone who acknowledged him as a friend. In his life, though he cleared out his reckless life, he did not particularly pursue a solitary vocation like his companions did, but had different occupations and would likewise take long getaways when he left an occupation and took up another. Our elderly individuals so specifically cautioned us when we were growing up that one ought not to copy him in the event that one needs to have a fruitful existence. This I feel now, as a notice about his other tendencies, one such his addiction to alcoholic beverages. In our family gatherings, two personages were spotted as wrong models, and one was this uncle. The other one, you may perhaps be curious to know-This is none other than my father in law, for I wedded a young lady from my mom’s family, a far-off kinfolk, and my dad in law was known to me even when I was a boy. He was, in reality, the most terrible of the parcel ,the extent that drinking is concerned. For he would never stop his dependence on bottles even towards the finish of his life, even after he experienced a noteworthy heart bypass and the specialists cautioned him not to take any alcohol after that. In any case, he would never stop his old propensities and met with an unseely end. Still,about the nature of these two characters, they were the most joyful individuals from the whole family .
 
Particularly my dad in law, an extremely affable companion, like a little kid he was, declining to grow up, though he had his furious and calamitous moments or sometimes, illogically fractional temperaments. One fine nature of him is that however he is a long way from a virtuoso, he could pick up remarkable individuals from any gathering, effortlessly and keep up their kinship for long. A large number of these exceptional  mortals were likewise bizarre boozers too and his table at homestead was thronged by these freewheeling marvels and the principal occupation of my mother in law was cooking delicious lamb and chicken culinaries for these mavericks.
 
However, our main story is something else. How my uncle met a panther in the timberland and got away from great divide. This is a genuine story and is described by my uncle himself when he was staying with us. For my mother was particularly close to this uncle in light of the fact that after her dad’s passing, this uncle gave a portion of the charges for my mom’s later education, though she got a position soon and left her people. So this uncle remained with us for many long years, till my mom’s superannuation. So in one of the nights when we were strolling back home, after a theatre show in the town, my uncle narrated this story….
.(To be continued).
-From a Long Fiction in Making.
 
 
 
 
 

ROOMS

C’était le jour où je suis arrivé de la place de la ville avec quelques feuilles de papier et j’avais récemment écrit quelque chose sur Poe que je devais montrer au surintendant. C’était une perspective de l’univers de Poe et de Dupin et du genre de criminologues que Poe avait créés, le présage de la fiction ultérieure. Il y avait un magasin de vélos près de la place et j’avais pour habitude de me procurer de nombreux exemplaires des travaux de recherche importants pour mes camarades de classe, car mon professeur s’intéressait beaucoup à ces sujets et me permettait de récupérer l’argent dépensé auprès du département. Dans cet article, j’avais essayé de parler brièvement des impacts de l’écrivain qui paraissaient immenses, connus ou obscurs.

Mon professeur était expressément intéressé et il a savouré certains aspects de Poe, si ce n’est tout, et nous avons eu «Raven» et «The Cask of Amontillado» pour des recherches minutieuses. Et mon professeur a sûrement eu des appréciations remarquables sur un tel sujet. Cependant, il détestait Poe en tant que poète (je ne sais pas d’où il a eu cette idée et il suivait la ligne de certains critiques) mais plutôt le virtuose qu’il a glorifié à plusieurs reprises dans la classe et il était de sa compétence de transmettre à la classe une quelques bons textes de la bibliothèque et lire des extraits des vrais faussaires sur ces lignes et transmettre en outre ses propres remarques sur ces sujets. Nous avons donc eu d’excellentes lectures sur Emerson, Thoreau et Faulkner et la classe a été remarquablement vigoureuse, puisqu’il a également saisi le français. Cependant, il ne montra aucune de ses caractéristiques et sourit comme un gamin et il me préféra surtout dans le sentiment de ce mot. En dépit du fait que je n’étais pas un chercheur extraordinairement juste pour me distinguer suffisamment, il m’aimait et connaissait en outre quelques personnages du groupe d’amitié de mon père et c’était une affaire joviale d’aller en classe.

Il y avait beaucoup de jeunes filles dans la classe, en effet, la part du lion se trouvait être ces jeunes filles. De plus, mon compagnon le plus proche était Sebastian Antony, qui avait son domicile près des familles de ma mère et nous avons eu quelques échanges de base, sociaux et monétaires, car j’avais le plus besoin d’argent, étant un pauvre gestionnaire de fortune, à fois, et à cause de cela, combien je me suis attaqué plus tard. Et ce Sebastian Antony était également un piètre gestionnaire en matière d’argent, et après la première semaine d’allocation, il fera faillite comme moi, mais ce collègue avait des liens énormes et pouvait arranger de l’argent en bref, à condition qu’il soit payé à l’avance. une date particulière à l’avenir. C’est ce que nous avons fait, car j’avais aussi mes relations et ma plus grande connexion était mon père lui-même, qui était très discipliné en matière d’argent et qui était une aubaine pour ses partenaires en affaires. Mais j’ai toujours honte de lui demander fréquemment de perdre l’estime devant lui, car il mentionnera cet événement à la table du dîner et je perdrai davantage de respect devant les autres membres de la famille. À la maison, notre table à manger était composée de ma mère, de mon père, de moi-même, de ma sœur aînée et de mon beau-frère qui n’avait pas de scrupule, mais qui agissait comme s’il était la personne la plus parfaite sur terre. C’était un gars intelligent et il savait comment faire tourner la roue de la vie du temps et du travail des autres.

Une fois, il a déposé à mon insu une bouteille vide de liqueur dure dans le grenier de ma chambre à coucher. Lorsque les domestiques ont nettoyé la place, ils ont découvert la bouteille d’alcool vide et l’ont donnée à ma mère. J’étais alors absent et ma mère pensait que j’avais bu l’alcool fort et laissé la bouteille vide dans le grenier, où les gens allaient rarement. Ma mère a raconté cela à mon père et tous les deux ont cru que j’étais l’auteur de l’infraction et peut-être un lâche hypocrite. Mais malheureusement, les deux ne m’ont pas parlé de cet incident et je ne l’ai appris que beaucoup plus tard après le décès de ma mère lors d’une conversation informelle avec le père, lorsque les sujets ont changé et que le dialogue s’est déplacé vers cet épisode particulier. Comme je me sentais pénible alors, pensant que ma mère avait une fausse impression de moi comme un ivrogne et un hypocrite et que je ne pouvais pas corriger cette impression, car elle n’est plus. En fait, à part quelques occasions sociales où j’ai bu du vin rouge, [et aussi une fois, du gin, des baies de genièvre et du squadial de citron vert], je n’avais touché à aucune des liqueurs fortes. Cela m’a fait prendre conscience du fait que dans ma vie future, les gens devraient communiquer le plus souvent possible, particulièrement au sein d’une famille, et ne pas laisser de doute sans être rectifiés, en ce qui concerne les comportements …

Et à propos de mon professeur et mon ami–

Lorsque j’ai annulé l’examen et abandonné le travail écrit des derniers documents, mon ami Sebastian l’a également fait, mais nous nous sommes rencontrés par la suite à Cochin et avons partagé les chambres voisines d’un logement. Cet hôtel était proche d’un autre des principaux centres de l’université où des candidats privés apparaissaient généralement. Cette fois-là, il a exercé une profession à l’université qu’il a obtenue grâce à son diplôme précédent.

Dans l’autre pièce se trouvait un aspirant privé de Crangore, qui pouvait décrire ses efforts avec les femmes de son lieu et expliquer quelques techniques pour attirer les filles. de cette âme chanceuse, notre voisin dans les chambres. Plus tard, j’ai su dans la vie que le meilleur moyen d’attirer une femme est d’être soi-même. De cette façon, vous aurez le bon partenaire et l’absence de stratégie est plus attrayante pour tout être humain, homme ou femme. Nous avons le même esprit humain et les femmes sont plus sensibles aux choses cachées de la vie en général. En tout cas, ce sont des réflexions à considérer de plus et je vois que de nombreux lecteurs ont des panoramas divers sur de tels sujets….

— [extrait d’une œuvre de fiction en cours]

BOOKSHOP OWNER

Dans le couloir, il attendait le moment le plus prestigieux de cette journée, marqué du nom d’une fille derrière son globe. La journée a commencé par une douche froide et s’est terminée de la même manière par une douche froide. De plus, il bruissait toute la journée (ou presque) du matin au soir et il était dans son deux-roues privé que son père avait présenté à son 38e anniversaire avec une empreinte et un logo familial après l’image que Willie Loman avait essayé de créer pendant sa quarantaine s’installer nulle part, sans jamais essayer de se dire. La vieille dame qui dirigeait son magasin et dirigeait un kiosque à livres dans le centre commercial se rendit pendant des heures pour lire des livres à sa guise, et lorsque son fils devint grand et devint le nouveau propriétaire de la librairie et a essayé de l’arrêter dans sa pratique de lire des livres librement. Parce qu’il a été élevé dans un autre courant particulier de notions sur le succès, la richesse, la personnalité et les relations – d’où il a tiré ces idées, il n’était pas assez sûr. Ses discours ont été merveilleux plusieurs fois. Il parlait comme un législateur, mais quelle est la plus grande loi qui soit, sans ces liens simples, il a oublié .. si quoi que ce soit, il le faisait et essayait de projeter une bonté cultivée..Il était ce genre de penseur. Il a fait tout ce qui était à la mode dans les tendances les plus modernes .. avait la compagnie de gens gentils et cultivés … engagé dans des activités socialement lucratives et se rendait au début d’une rivière dans un bateau avec ses amis et buvait du toddy et dansait tout au long de la soirée se tenant par la main, jusqu’à ce que tous, un par un, sans exception, tombent par terre..Mais plus tôt dans la vie, il copiait les feuilles de solution de son ami et il parodiait à partir des cartes-réponses de son ami et obtenait des notes et par chance ou Fluke, il a eu un bon travail avant son ami. cependant, son ami n’était pas jaloux de ces affaires … il a grandi dans la vie et a adapté le style de sa barbe au fil des saisons, ce qui a été une bonne source de joie pour ses amis, ces changements de styles de barbe, quelques années. dans la vie des colonies, c’est comme ça. ils se moquaient des gens qui étaient différents d’eux et c’était un moyen de maintenir l’ancien code de moralité et les liens étroits des familles et de leur étiquette particulière. Ces styles de l’extérieur étaient à couper le souffle, mais de l’intérieur, jamais. Il était aussi un écrivain, un poète d’une série de vers valeureux sur les vieilles familles et leurs batailles. Les quatrains portaient une cadence et un swing particuliers, dont l’un d’eux était le chef du clan de la jeune fille, qui somnolait dans l’après-midi après avoir mangé. et qui a vu des rêves, dans son sommeil. cette dame en particulier était vindicative et cherchait à rendre justice en tuant certains chefs qui l’avaient offensée en envoyant ses fils aînés dans sa vieillesse en leur enseignant les arts guerriers à ces chefs injustes. La partie finale est sans équivoque. Certaines narrations disent qu’elle a gagné dans son travail. Cependant, le folklore regorge de contes sur ce guerrier de la demoiselle et une source régulière pour les cinéastes. à chaque génération, il y a une pièce de théâtre ou un film sur elle. Le voleur était une autre icône de leur groupe culturel. Il ne fabriquait que des larcin dans des maisons riches et distribuait les richesses qu’il avait volées aux riches parmi les pauvres. les histoires ont surgi d’une exploitation répétée entre les classes …

il a manipulé les idées et ses premières lignes d’histoires ont choqué le grand public, alors qu’il écrivait franchement à propos de ses parents et que cela lui apportait d’énormes adeptes dans le pays et dans différentes parties du monde, car il avait commencé à écrire à une époque où le croisement des parents était général. modèle. Et une fois atteint un niveau tel que lorsque les parents sont venus assister à une réunion entre enseignants dans une institution prestigieuse, la communauté des étudiants de première année s’est levée sur leurs bancs et a crié – ces pères ne sont pas les nôtres, ce qui a scandalisé les anciens contemporains. que certains des pupilles arrivaient à la maison, ils avaient des coups de fouet, parce que, dans certains segments, il était supposé que toucher les orteils du père avant de partir était un signe avant-gardiste de la chance et un canal pour pénétrer dans des portes fermées, comme ils le croyaient. la bénédiction l’accompagnera sur son chemin, gong et retour. Ainsi, ce qu’ils ont vu à l’université était en opposition flagrante à cette croyance….

— [extrait d’une fiction en cours]

Last Meeting at Platform

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HE was anticipating at the railroad terminal for several breaths when he noticed a bright matron at the opposite head of the platform, in black goggles and unwaveringly advancing with a slight halt here and then and her right hand moving unusually amassing momentum to advance as if something tried to withdraw her steps towards the back . He knew that it was her.
This is a principal and bustling halt of the electric train in the times of his boyhood. Later the town discovered numerous expansions, adding fresh operations on travel, luxury and further, metro subways and even quicker means of transportation. However, in those primes, it was a dominant stop. And he picked this special point for that impending meeting he had been yearning for long.
He was born here. K—–M. In the state clinic only half a mile from this spot. His daddy was an operator in a publishing firm governed by an assortment of academics and artisans defending the freedom struggle. His mother was in government service. In this metropolis that claimed a culture of 1500 years or further. Not indisputable. The centre switched its name according to the rulers who owned and it was a major port for goods, in an ancient map of voyage, enterprise and cultural exchange. The modern name is according to the postulate of the novel regulatory body that has a majority in the contemporary times. but he knew the place very well. He had sat on the same concrete benches[perhaps] with his cousins, and quite recently in his last visit for the funeral of his uncle, his cousin brought him to this particular station, to catch the connecting train. In the days of his college, whenever he visited this city with his parents to see their old friends and relatives, he got down and caught the train from this particular station. Because his father had his dearest old friend, staying just close to the railroad station, in a one-room apartment on the upper floor before he married a wealthy lady and moved to a bigger place. His father’s friend was good to him and a good friend to his father too, but a different man of different values. He married for wealth and status. But his father married for love. Just that. And that was all and enough for which every living thing is after in every heartbeat of the day.

So he chose this scene, this station, this platform, which is moderately crowded with electric trains going to both sides. He doubted whether she would appear, but she came.
After arriving at this city, he had phoned from his mobile to her number and though he did not expect, she picked his call. She recognised him. She is a star, has been so for many prior years, and the papers carry the features of her itinerary. What was he? Not a headliner. For he played well often, but abhorred trophies and at the terminal moment, quit the show and the spotlight, That made him a very private person, to make him unfettered to enjoy his sunset at will. He cared more about the excitement of living, Yes sheer living than any of the prizes that people offer you for their own private ends.

2

She stood before him and he looked at her face and requested her to remove her sunglasses which she might have used to avoid the sun and also to filter the fans to give more room for herself. This is what stardom status is finally. You cannot walk alone on the highways without answering people’s questions.you have become what they strive to be, those folks who deem success in this world as the absolute end. She removed the lorgnette and he saw her eyes, though less fiery as in her youth, still glowing and retaining some of the fire. For a second, he could not help thinking about that. The fact that she was the woman he wanted to marry in his college and could not and his senior married and she agreed. They were classmates and she had that ‘Vellarankannu’,[vella=white; Kannu=eye.–Malayalam],the rarest of eyes, the blackish white one, similar to a precious stone.

He asked her about her private life and also, if she is what she trumpets to be. For that she gave a roundabout reply.
‘You see we are meeting after many years. And I am not conscious of all your changes so far and I cannot all on a sudden divulge my private sides. Who knows that some reporter bribes you and you reveal my story to him for money?’.
This response devastated him so much. Here is perhaps another one of that Lappwing, who ”flyeth with a false cry farre from their nestes, making those that looke for them seeke where they are not”.(Lyly)…..What a pitiable end to a happy idealist girl of twenties with whom he conducted the organ donation camp three decades ago. And also with whom he sojourned in a motel room together as best friends, near a Children’s Hospital and collecting money and medicines for cancer affected kids.
Seeing his dismay she tried to console him with an ardent smile.
‘You see …Times have changed less to our whims, though we have every right to expect the right outcome. My whole life has turned out to be a business. A give and take.Expectation and fulfilment.As an actor,what the audience expects of me. And I have not found anybody who loved me just for the pure act of loving’.

‘Me, your husband, and maybe…..’, he paused, so that she could fill up the vacuum.
‘You, maybe –though I am not sure….. My husband, he is caring and generous, and more so after my ailment, attending me as if I were his daughter-and since there is a family around, the topic of love is always shrouded in responsibilities and common goals that every family has, and though it is divine setup, we cannot expect the best always. The best results come at random, and many times, we only know the motifs much later, misunderstanding the good intentions as bad and gullibly accepting the bad as good ones, giving place to self-regrets and painful afterthoughts. But in my case, it worked well and that is how I am here’, she concluded her long outburst.
‘Did you tell your wife that you are meeting me today’, she asked in a hurried tone.

3

He said, ‘No, but I will tell her when I go to my hometown,’ he said.
‘Out of responsibility?’, she asked.
‘No’, he said, ‘Out of selfishness, ‘If not, I will miss my sleep.’
‘Oh’, she said in a glum fashion, but smiled heartily later,and was trying to fathom the good man who was all and everything in her life for many youthful years,and the days and evenings they spent amidst fishing boats and shrimping nets near the harbour, and the matinees at Shenoy’s ‘Vistarama’(theatre) and Chinese snacks and how he vomited after drinking his first Chinese soup that tasted like the feather of a bird.
‘Did you tell your husband?’, he asked.
‘His car is waiting at the station parking lot down, she said, ‘In fact, he told me to convey his regards to you, though he is not much interested in meeting you’.
He thought with a slight ache, how that senior at the Institute had conquered him in love-He probed further- No, there is no jealousy.

Who said that – ‘All is fair in love and war’. John Lyly? However, he did not know that in those years of innocence of youth. If it were, everything would have changed in life – Yes,have changed. Everything.
But he thought that it was for good, for his wife is quite unlike her, though less attractive, capable of great sacrifices, though not fair like her, she has the most ardent smile ever.
But who is this matron after all, whom he trusted once and finally who deserted him and married another man whose father had ten fishing boats whereas his father had only three?
She told him- ‘ I am sorry dear for whatever has happened,’
He had heard that old story from many sources.
Her father warned her that she would have to stamp over the old sire’s corpse before marrying him.it ought to be true, for his close confreres would not lie to him, and they were all happy idealists, the most romantic of the folks, who had many illusions of the world before some of them turned opportunists and later diving into the world of big cash and power. Not for the power to help each other but power to build their solitary empire and enjoy this story that only last a few days or leap years.

4

‘We will sit somewhere’, he said and she agreed, and they made a place at the end of a concrete bench, the other part of it occupied by college girl with a heavy satchel, who was in her churidar and pyjama and reading from the thick notebook and her lips slightly quivering while doing so.

He remembered now, how his father used to coach him to read without moving lips and once bought him a book on speed reading and taught him how to scan long divisions of profound thoughts quicker with a few shifts of the orb.
He viewed her body very closely now, this once upon a time damsel, with an artificial protrusion on her left bosom, after that malignancy that has been chasing her in recent years.
‘This conference, I wanted badly’, he said, because I am not sure if we will meet during the rest of our lives’
‘Yes’, she said almost supporting him. And added, ‘There is no certainty of life. We don’t, in fact, choose anything as such, we are all receivers even when we are making great choices in life. every coin has another side. Few people on earth can see both sides in a single look. Those blessed lot, unlike me’, she said. Finally, he wanted to hear that coming from her own mouth and he felt a great pity and subdued love for this unlucky woman, a star of the masses, seeing before his eyes less fortunate than him.

‘ I wanted to ask you this – but could not- Still, I think this is the best time ever-Did you love me then? …In those days –’, he ‎asked.
‘See,’ She said, ‘If a man likes a woman, there are several ways of expressing it, and words are the best means -But, if a woman likes a man, though there are several ways of expressing it, words are the meanest ones- the silliest of ways of telling that feeling.’
She continued, ‘ If I had not liked you then, do you think, I would have come now?’, she continued, ‘In spite of everything’.
‘In spite of what?’, he asked, in agitation.
She said-unequivocally,’In spite of my ill health’, and pointed feebly to the left side of her bosom, which he knew was a big hollow, and she had made it all for the viewers.
He felt sad. Immensely sad.never before he was so sad in his whole life,except at his mother’s funeral.–

Then he said something, that nobody heard.

5

‘Can I hug and kiss you?’, he asked her in a frightful tone.
‘No’, she said. ‘You were in the West, you might be used to that’, she said. here as you know well, is against the norm, ‘she said, ‘if you do so, a crowd will throng around you, and we will not be able to get out. ‘However, you can kiss my hand’, she said and offered him his her right hand, and he kissed it fervidly, as if it were the most darling present offered to him in this entire life and will be taken away any moment, because it is most treasured , a living presence with hopes and vibrant with a lot of covert horsepowers, a small slice of the universe itself with all its mysteries and kick. She stood up and in a flash caught his right shoulder and pressed so obdurately that it brassed him off and he knew that she was giving vent to an unsung sentiment that crossed her. Then she walked past him, past others and past everybody, and he hoped that she will look back but she did not and vanished in the last group at the exit. ‘A real princess,’ he told himself in emotion, and the last part of his utterance escaped him, ‘But of another kingdom’. It was loud with a great rush of waft from his mouth and the porter who passed with a bulky luggage on his occiput gave a gyration and gawked back at him in curiosity.
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-[From a Work of Fiction in Making]