Tales from a Keralite Aquarius

Tanya woke to her mother's usual rant. " Wake up! Wake up! You are going to miss the bus! Sleeping for more than eight hours everyday. You know, when I was your age, I used to get up at 5 in the morning and do all the work. And then look at you? Sleeping? Urgh! My goodness!  Have I given birth to female Kumbhkarni or what?! Get up. Stop testing my temper early in the morning itself Tanya. This is the last and final time." Now, this was not something new to Tanya. She was made to hear this same old tale everyday, and in a sense, this had turned into a form of alarm for her every morning. She opened her eyes and saw that it was 20 minutes less than the time, her mother had threatened her with.  "Pfft. And they tell us not to lie." She grumply got up from her comfortable position of rest and slid her hand under her pillow. Her phone. Tanya opened the few messages she had received through last night. One was from her friend Indirani. A typical chain...

The new friend As she walked into the room Where the noise seemed to bloom And silence, its absence felt With it her confidence melt The eyes preyed on hard Making it much more bad The talking made it worse And she wished she could reverse But her path was already paved With it, her history engraved As she walked more ahead Falling lower was her head She walked on till the end The farthest her body send And waited for a friend Who would put the misery to an end And then he came along Slowly and alone But when their eyes had met She knew that this was her bet They sat alone together Her words and his their world Where a look was all it took To get each other hooked The people spoke about it They said it bit by bit But they didn't come between Or save her from his reach And hence, from that day on The sun did rise and fall Her interactions in the same way Her feelings never did sway He was hers And she was his And together they were one She had mad...

She turned back to see what the sound was. It turned out to be another one of the loud teenager gangs, enjoying on their new found freedom, right after the final school bell had rung. She sighed to herself and walked on. She had had such days as well. As a young carefree teenager. Those days spent walking on the skywalk. Walking with Mithun. Laughing. Joking. And here she was now, on the crowded skywalk. Isolated. Alone. ~ She thought about how she was going to approach him about it. He was already hurt and she had no intention to hurt him more. She couldn't nag him. A wrong approach and their entire friendship would be on hold. She couldn't ask anyone else either. That was the thing with gossip. Everybody said around 5% of the truth mixed with 40% of their imagination, 25% of what had heard from thin air, 20% of their opinion and 10% what they would have done if it happened to them. It was finally on a sunny afternoon,  when they were silently walking back that Tanya final...