Thursday, October 1

An Antique love story


I was busy cleaning a dusty shelf on grandma's room. This is one thing I love to do once I reach home on every vaccation. It's damm interesting. I always get some treassure to cherish when I do that. It may be some old coins, stamps, some wonderful inland letters filled with love sent by her brothers in some late '80s or some very old family photos. Whatever they be, I treassure them to future. I love doing that.

Between the numerous dusty books on the shelf, a photo tumbled to the floor through my eyes. It was an old photograph. Black and white, slowly yellowing on the edges. I took the photograph but couldn't recoganise the man in it. It was already a wounded photo. The 'Man' had a turban over his head and no mustach. You can say he posed like Swami Vivekanada, with folded hands. He looks very young, may be 25 years. I was sure, this man is not from my family. Aggh....I felt so!!

After a good homely bath, I sat next to grandma, showed her the photograph. She took it and gazed carefully. I couldn't trace out the emotions on her wringled face. I heard some whisper from her. It sounds like a name "Mahan Nambuthiri".
"Mahan Nambuthiri?? What is that?" I wonder. (Later I read 'Mahan Nambuthiri' is a title or some thing similar given to the son of a Nambuthiri family, ummh... quiet interesting.)

Without answering my question she continued "He was the most brilliant in the class. A great student who always top the college. He was the apple in eyes of teachers. He was known for his instant poems. He always get the first prize for poem writing..,blah blah blah...."

I could find exitment in my granny's face as she gone praising him non-stop. I was getting a fire from her. An unknown spark was getting to her eyes that she was not hiding, rather she couldn't hide. It was just like a glint of sunlight through the clouds.

Without giving me any chance to speak she walked away from me with that photo. As she walked I noticed her eyes was still on that photograph. I knew what I saw a few seconds before in her eyes was the true passion of love. Yes, probably 'Mahan Nambuthiri' was her first love! Very often we cherish this memories alot, sometimes idealise them, remember first love as something innocent and fragile.

What goes around, comes around!Like an old photograph, time can make the feeling fade, but the memory of the first love never fades away. She may have forget how she used to feel about him, but the memory of that first love is like an eternal sunshine.

As a sighed myself with a stretch, I thought to myself- 'This may probably be an argument for a life that never really was, but if such a life was there, probably my grandma got the nostalgia she would never lose-touched by an antique love of her life!'

7 comments:

  1. that was poignant and reflective...as we too some more years down the lane will hold in our hearts those eternal secrets of first love,first hugs,stealing glances,first kisses
    though our memories may fade,our eyes may loose sight but that first love which touched us wil remain engraved in our hearts for ever as seed of unfulfilled passion...
    i njoi ur write ups...
    kp blogging..
    peace to u..

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  2. " Baatein bhool jati hai par yadein yaad aati hai"

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  3. AWESUM DEAR....though seems to be rather absurd to have the pic of the the lover of grandma bt dat cant take the credit of the beatific writing style of urs..impressv

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  4. Aiyoo... aniku typhoid pitikhu....!!

    Great write up bhaiiyaa..as varuna raina said... it is sure that once we all wants to look back and remember all the first thing in life and im quiet sure that the first love will top the list!!
    loved it to the fullest!!

    I heard u are more on the twitter these days than bloggin...
    Micro Bloggin in much easy, huh??
    love ya, tc!!

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  5. thx all... no time for blogging!! blogging need perfect serene, twitting needs just a lill insanity- & I hav tat in plenty! ;)
    stay blessed all...

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  6. Hey dude ! Was very nice to read ! Short and sweet ! Loved it :)

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  7. one word=cute! u know ur grandma must be such a sweet lady! :) its a really nice post! my MOST favorite by u!

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