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A quick tale 38

Where the heart is

They built houses, had children and became citizens of this new country. But home was still an old place where mosquitoes bred in abundance and children slept next to their mothers


Anonymous said…
nice :-), These days I'm constantly waiting for ur short stories...
Balakumar said…
This is a beauty! After a couple slow posts, this hits prime time again! Good one Ammani! :D said…
Their parents, moved into the city, bought apartments, built houses in low-lying xyzNagars full of mosquitoes. But for them, home was still, the one storeyed semi-tatched house, their resting nest after a long day playing in the paddy field, a dip in the irrigation canal, with atleast half a dozen siblings.
Surinder said…
yups .. thats where the heart is .. its always deep down there ... always :-)
AF said…
Ammani, You are back again with the same punch.
This is great 2 QT's on the same day. Love it.
I like this one very much. Yes for me home is still my good old madras with all its faults, defects what ever..
Anonymous said…
I commented for u r previous post that "its a time to stop u r quick tales" i take back my words......
This is Ammani Punch.....
PVS said…
wonderful one as usual...back with your punches
Vasundhara said…
Am really touched by this one....

Extending it Ammani -

They continue to wait for 'Palar' water every other day. They insist on not having a borewell since they do not want to burden mother earth anymore although the water in their well has almost gone dry thanks to flats nearby. They are happy seeing the ones they sacrificed everything for living happily without such difficulties. They continue to stay there - a silent unacknowledged longing tugging at their hearts when they see the 'empty nest'!
monu said…
The Ones from the city
who came to our village
would say everytime
how undeveloped we were.....
that was beacuese
they couldn't understand
the positive things in our way of life!!!
Anjali said…
completely bowled over with this Qt.lovely ammani.
madatadam said…
They came here for the fair. Long walk in the sun and heavy burdens. A struggle really and the crowd! But tomorrow: back Home.

Nice blogs Ammani :-)

√úbermaniam said…
missed this one. guess you slipped it in when i wasn't looking...out. nice little insight. cheers. uber.
anantha said…
Ammani: did u happen to see/hear the single "Blood Brothers" from this group called Karmacy? It's a rap single in Gujarathi and English (with subtitling for the Gujarathi part).

"Maru dhil, my heart, maru loi, my blood from the start
Mari nath, my family two worlds apart,
How do I move on bhai,
Kevirithe jais, cuz no matter where I go,
My soul is in the same place"!

It's been on continous play on my computer since the last two days!
ramya said…
i absolutely love this one!

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(And I have to bite my tongue)
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For fifty, I've begun
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