ചാരുദത്തന്‍റെ സ്വകാര്യങ്ങള്‍

by Suresh Nellikode Another Friday to idle away! Normally Friday mornings are dedicated to the cruciverbalist in me. But this this time it was destined to be framed in a different way. The rich aroma of fresh Brazilian Santos cup. That was lovely enough to start with a lustrously coloured holiday. Life, at times, look iridescent! Nanda was telling me about the incorrigible flirt of her husband in the drama school, which abruptly got switched over to the Tudor Architecture, tucked away down the main streets. I, in fact, loved that grey page she dedicated to her son for a legacy he has to cherish in future. He was resting peacefully on top of his father's tummy.Both slowly slid down to a snooze serene. Many a wakeful night was leading her to a host of barren days where the other one had to face the rough realities impeding life. I consoled her, " sorrow is always the twin sister of joy; and it was only to be looked for that we, who just now were ...