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A quick tale 24

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They were surprised by her decision not to have father's photograph in the house. They didn't know that she wanted to remember him as a complex human with capacity for infinite love and a foul temper that made him a monster to live with. And not just as an old man with a benign, toothless smile beaming down from their living room wall.

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Bala said…
sounds like the most fondly read blog around...n i can see every reason for that...love reading it...
virumandi said…
ammani..good one...but kind of abstract..heavy and hard to believe..'cos one comes across such people very rarely..thought that goes behind such decisions may be just individual's perceptions..need not be the character of the concerned 'photo' character..
hatsoff to you for thinking such stuffs!!! i am trying..but not mostly likely to succeed!!!
ranganathan said…
அன்புள்ள அம்மனிக்கு,

நினைவில் நின்றால் போதும்........
நிழல் வேண்டுமா என்ன?

என்பதை
இப்படியும் எடுத்துக்கொள்ளலாம்

நிழலைப் பார்த்துப் பார்த்து
நினைக்க வேண்டாமே...!

என்றும் அன்புடன்,
ரங்கநாதன்
Gangadhar said…
First time on your blog..Intereseting posts..Keep it up..
Shyam said…
Y'know Ammani, leaving a comment for your short tales is getting a bit repetitive - all I seem to keep saying is "NICE" ;)

Oh allright, of COURSE I'm not complaining... just my attempt at being funny-haha. :)

And as always, love the story. I check your blog every day for more!
Chez said…
வாவ்.. கலக்குறீங்க அம்மணி...

First time through Kaps, our own Mafia.. And i love those quick tales... seems like i've missed tons of ur tales before landing here..

anyway.. its cool

Anand.
http://towardssupernova.blogspot.com
Rabin said…
i write a lot and say little...you write very little yet..
Anonymous said…
Completely identify with the story without feeling guilty...the thought behind the decision is expressed very well...
Anjali said…
loved reading this You are the" big darling of blogs"

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Married for 31 years, 2 months and 17 days
Six cups coffee a day, brewed everyday of marriage
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Now and Then

"Now that I'm fifty-seven",
My mother used to say,
"Why should I waste a minute?
Why should I waste a day

Doing the things I ought to
Simply because I should?
Now that I'm fifty-seven
I'm done with that for good."

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Trapped in some thankless chore
Just as she might have been at
Fifty-three or fifty-four

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(And I have to bite my tongue)
That if you mean to learn a skill
It's well worth starting young

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