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Analam nokinaan avalum nokinaal..

Eye Contact: 

Meeting one eyes’ can be more romantic, dangerous scary or peace that can spread over. It is been belief that truth cannot be hidden when look at someone eyes.

Sita and Rama’s eyes met. Rama was speechless when he first met Sita’s eye.. Pin-drop silence between them . Thousands words conveyed. Sita’s sisters were speechless having Ram dharsan. The world was silent for a moment. The Ramayana born! 

Note: In the below story, just character’s name are inspired from Ramayana, not the story! Perhaps the mokkai story you are going to read.. And I do not have any intention to spoil the greatness of Ramayana….Hence,please do not compare or set the expectations before reading.. 😊

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As a routine, after dinner, Ram writes and sleep in the same cot, once the sleeps takes him. The cot,  the kaithu Kattil (Hand Knitted Wooden Single Size Cot) which is in the balcony.  Ram, after completing his Agriculture Engineering. settled in his village to bring a change. Along with agriculture, he share his thoughts by his writing.

 Today as usual,  he sits to write.. But he is not able to write.  Sita’s glance .. It was just coming in front of his as though she is just looking at him right now. Disturbed Ram, looks up.. She is looking at him admiringly with a bright smile. Held up with the beauty, he could not move his eyes from her. The shining stars are blinked at him which makes him to feel shy and looks down. He feels that the shining stars are teasing him for looking at their princess.. Suddenly, the street light starts blinking as though it gets to know something suspicious is happening.. Suddenly a dark covers him , as the street light completely stops blinking.. The darkness covers the entire place expects his and acknowledging that she is looking at him. He looks up again.. She is still with the same lovely smile.. 

 The mosquitoes starts filling him with their unique sound.. he looks at the nearby garbage that lies end of his street.. Umm.. Wish Modi can come look n here to understand how far swatch bharath’s reached.. Not able to go through the mosquitoes biting, he steps into his house..

 The house is filled with candle lights. With candle light , he picks the mosquito coil and steps outside… The mosquito coil helped to get out of the bites. With relief, lying on the cot , facing her, Sita’s face he can see in the moon. He remembered, Sita glanced at him when he was passing by field. Her beauty seemed as if Lord Brahma had presented the whole world’s beauty before his eyes. Analam nokinaan avalum nokinaal….

 The neem tree waves a breeze.. It makes him drowsy.. With her thoughts and tiredness sleep catches him ..

 He wakes up as the brightest rays hit him.. The sun rays stared at him.  Yesterday, there was another eyes that stared at these both, Ravana on a envy flame!

Analam nokinaan avalum nokinaal..villanum nokinaanHe looked, she looked, villain looked)..

An epic starts..


Saritha Subramanian

 

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