Sundaram

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Reverend Brother , respected teachers and my dear friends

tinku thinkaadu

on a nameless morning anta , in a weightless hour anta , the sun was absent anta , behind the clouds so far..
far, far.

frantically, he wrestled the thoughts out of his mind. in a way not often expressed in public, he moved his hands.. infuriated at the sudden demise of the pompous sanity that sustained the pertubations of his wicked world. kicking out the shoes from his feet, he walked away from the congragated set of soul searchers. in his mind, it was the silliest thing that man could do. why in gods name, would anyone actually be bereaved at the loss of such pulchritude, he muttered under his breath.

he went along and sat in a huff. under a rusty old cold kissed flagpost, appealing in its solitude. man should sit with the likeliest thing he sees. not in his years had he seen a flagpost like that, like a blank white face in school reunion, it stood there in a corner, waiting for someone to come along and sit next to it.

no no that doesnt't end there..

yesterday is a bar around the corner, we visit. once in a while.

WHY RE TINKU ? WHY ?