I still remember those days at my home in my native when we started to subscribe
The Hindu with the ultimate aim of preparing for the civil services exam, which
was the part time passion for me at that time. It was very hard to crack initially, me searching page by page of my Mini
chechi -gifted T Ramalingam Pillai’s English Malayalam dictionary for every
single sentence in the newspaper… And then comes this sweet Sunday’s magazine
which in no way got cleared the same day, rather by weeks or sometimes
months… Yet it was difficult to part with, till finally all that heap went
directly to the aakriwallah(scrape picker).
When more serious issues came to play in life, like love, marriage, kids and
all, those Sunday musings also went back to memory… except for some good old
days in Bangalore when we just started our love life together…
It was recently only, that Sunday love came back to me, this time without
notebooks to jot down for no exams…. Truly I was obsessed with Mathrubootham
and his wonderful wits. Even though that corner doesn’t exist anymore I am
still a hardcore fan of the last page
and all those articles invoking nostalgia and some culinary thoughts… Still
at times I am lost forever in our old sit out leaning over the paper forever and
ever…Assumes that teenage girl still hangs out there somewhere…
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