Memories #1

Epilogue:

The following is my article that appeared in my School magazine Loyolite 95 of Loyola School Trivandrum I am reproducing the same here. It was written by me when I was in my fifth standard . Today when I read it I don’t find anything special in it but considering the fact that it was written by a 10 year old I feel that it was a pretty good effort. In a way it marked the beginning of me as a writer. The thing that amazes me the most to this day is how my mother managed to convince me to invest so much time on something, after all you can guess how much attention span a kid of that age does have.  Even today a huge turn off for me to sit and write is the amount of time that I need to spend on to get my thoughts onto paper, I dread the editing part even more. Editing these days is far more easier since I use a laptop . It is easy to cut and delete stuff when you use a laptop. I shudder when I think as to how I got it done as a kid.

DADDY

Mr and Mrs Bruno had two little children Angelo and Ambrose. They loved their parents very much. Early morning Daddy would go horse riding and Mummy would cook breakfast. Daddy would go to office and Mummy would go to the welfare center after sending the children to school. Daddy returned late late in the evening and the children would wait at the door .Angelo would take the official IPS cap and the baton while Ambrose would take the gun and shout “Hands up”. Dad would tell “My son that is loaded”. “Were Angelo and Ambrose good boys ?” asked Mr Bruno “Yes Daddy” they replied . Then Daddy would place Ambrose on his shoulder and Ambrose would tell his father “I am taller than you” (it turned out to be prophetic he is 6 feet 3 inches now). Angelo is also not happy. He too wishes to be on his father’s shoulder. Mr  Bruno takes him in his arms and the two children are happy and laugh for a long time...

...In this way eight years passed happily . Daddy has got transferred to another place . It has three and a half years since he has got leave. The government is very strict. No person is allowed to cross the border . Poor mummy and children and are waiting for the visa. How long will it take ? No idea.

Prologue:

Today as I read this I can very much see the heart of a 10 year old who was yet to come in terms with the sudden demise of his father. I pen these lines on the 21^st death anniversary of my Dad and the pain is more or less the same. The other day I was telling my brother that contrary to belief that something fades with the passage of time in my case the pain is still there if not more. I would like to add that different people react to death differently. I still remember vividly my brother’s response to a question during his UKG interview he was hardly 5 years old then. The interviewer a priest and the Principal of the school asked him where his father was and he innocently replied “In heaven” I . At that time I was 11 years old and I was too stunned to even think when I heard the question in the first place. Moving on many years later Mrs Deepa Pillai (DP) the editor of the magazine at that time had written in my scrap book during the time of me leaving school “I still remember the contribution that you made in the school magazine as a little boy, I wish and pray that you end up a good writer one day” . Till date I consider it to be the biggest compliment that I have received on my writing because she is the finest English teacher to have ever taught me .

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