theres a breeze that blows around here. you can feel it when you stand at the beach in fortkochi, just after the sun has set. its not chilly, its not warm. its not too gentle and not too strong. for me, its just right. it brings with it the sweet smell of the sea and the faint spray of the surf. bearing the smell of salted peanuts, roasted in sand. of old and mighty manila tamarinds.
the same breeze blew here in my childhood. it makes me touch my knee, instinctively. reaching for the place i’d scraped it again. but my knee is free from scars. i dont fall down so much anymore. i get flashing images of hours, long gone, that we spent playing in the sand and surf. making beleive, making fun, making memories. memories that would never go neglected, as long as i can feel this breeze.
the breeze that blew on me this evening was that same breeze from my childhood. as long as this breeze blows, my home this shall be.
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ormakal marikkumo.. olangal nilakkumo ….