My Memories

What is my oldest memory? I was walking under the table and talking to my neighbour Thoman (His real name is Thomas). I was too short even to walk under table!! I planted a small areca nut tree 3 to 4 times at different places in the farm land on the same day. I was crying when my elder father and mother sold my goats to butcher. I was lying on the ‘varandha’ and watching the flowing river, flying birds, and loaded boats from Market. Sometimes I fought with Bokko( Bosco) without any reason. Bokko is my first friend in my life, I love him a lot. I was jealous of him allowed to bath in river when I was not.

I was a dark short boy, doesn’t have any charm. The boys around my home were calling me ‘UNDANPORI’. I do remember one young guy, the people around us were calling him ‘CHAKKANDI’. We fought in between regularly; at last I was not able to control my emotions and broke down. Then all around us would laugh and I went back to home. If something wrong happened I didn’t come out of home sometime. I would get inside the shell to overcome that.

I am writing my memories are not to get into a writer’s cap. Not because I have extraordinary experiences to tell to all. My intention is to write something in English as a self learning process. Thanks to INTERNET and BLOGS to give me an opportunity to publish it.