I was on my way to the city(Calicut) and trying to escape from the hectic traffic. Usually, I ignore the calls when I get on my bike. Not because I dont like to attend calls but because it causes great inconvenience as you have to find a place to park your bike and remove helmet and get the phone from the pocket with great difficulty. So I prefer to call back to those missed numbers when I reach somewhere.
My friend Radhika is a person who calls me regularly when I climb on my bike.It could be accidental but getting her calls during rides become almost a routine now. Well, today I got a call when I was near Commissioner`s Office and as usual, I was on my bike. For strange reasons, I stopped the bike and check the number. It was quite unknown.But I thought of taking the phone.
"Sheri-ne...." -a long call from the other end. Quite unsual sound. The next question was whetherI recognise her? Out of embarrassment, I said yes.Not one yes, I said two yes.Then immediately she asked who is she? I thought I was caught red handed. I was almost on the verge of telling her a sorry but just asked whether she is Shyni. Out of anger, She said noooooooo...! Then very honestly I pleaded her to reveal her identity.
"Dhanya is my name"-She said. I was just blank and couldnt make her face and just heard what she said. She had spoken about twenty minutes with giving all minute details. Groping in darkness, I just concluded my responses in hums.And finally she said she had revomed her uterus last month. That was a shock to me and I remembered one of the stories written by K.P.Ramanunni about a lady`s uterus removal and her sons thoughts about it. Probably Dhanya would be the first girl in our age group who removed her uterus . But she had an energetic voice and she didnt care the deal at all.Good sign and very rare to hear those positive voice.
After sometime, I was thinking, what made her to call me? We were not at all good friends. We were not studied in a class either.She was my friend`s friend`s friend.And She remembered me after long 15 years. It is indeed a time to cheer up. Just because of knowing that people are not erasing memories of togetherness, however frivolous it is.
1 comment:
when did ramanunny wrote a story about that? I think its subash chandran, the story parudeesanashtam which eventually became the film laptop. anyway the piece was good, indeed.
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