Mythiliyuda Makal (The Daughter of Mythili)
The Life shines like the Sun; the closed doors are pushed open. Nature and man, air and light unite. The dirty earth, the garbage hills polluted air and darkness disappear in the magic of a second. Death comes as moon light, to soothe the apricot leaves fall into the abyss of river. Anandan changes into the wet memory of his adolescence.
A hundred and five year old man reaches on the cold sand bank after seeing the offerings of flower in search of the souls of men dead along the flowing water of Alakananda He remembers I have visited the whole family after fifty long years. I ate sitting with the children, their mother served us. But my wife never looked at me at all. The dream and loneliness’ pain life.