The noons I spent at my grand ma's place are still the most adorable moments of life. A simple lunch where I would gulp rice wondering who on earth made the ruling that choru is what Keralites supposed to have as main course! Then follows a hours of silence as all elder members of home take a nap,resting on a wooden cot, a breezing wind would come with assuasive effect for all the hardship of the day. Then days iPod was Philips Radio and tune it to Kannur FM and listen to melodious songs on air. I admit,I hardly understood the lyrics being a Karnataka based mallu. But yes, I loved those songs may be more than some of the Kerala based mallus did. The silence of our Coconut farm would make it a perfect place to listen to those songs. I would keep the volume so low that even the fall of a coconut branch far off would make me lift my head and look around.
In the evening I would walk a mile or so to see the sunset atop of a huge rock in the middle of our cashew nut farm,then walk back home with beating heart,attentive eyes,even the slightest movement beneath those dead leaves will remind me the scariest snake descriptions i heard.
Now when i go back to those places, ringing mobiles, honking trucks, irking TV shows is all i hear.Let there be silence,let there be little innocence in those kids who now own the kingdom I left behind. Wish they find time to smell the flower and play peekaboo.
