I think I'm going to spend the rest of the summer saying this but it is very hot indeed. And the times are such that you feel happy to even hear the sound of water running but immediately frown wondering why so much water is being wasted. I think of those buffaloes in my native place, floating and cooling themselves in the dirty pond and even that picture looks very pretty to my mind right now.
One of those summer nights in my grandmother's place and there was a Harikathe in Mavinakurve and this was just the distraction we needed in our monotonous schedule(really?). But it would start only sometime in the night and Mavinkurve is an island to be reached by boat. The prospect was very exciting and we begged our mother to take us along and I don't know how she consented. Range of children(7 totally) was from 2 to 17 years and along with my mother, Aunt G and my youngest uncle we skipped into KariyaNNa's boat.The journey was going to be of some 20 minutes and it was a moonless clear sky. I must say half my merry died within ten minutes because the water was high and looked ominous in the dark night, all the more so because KariyaNNa had given us clear instructions not to move an inch. We kids were sitting shoulder to shoulder in a line and we were severely reprimanded by one and all if we tried to stroke the water. A thought struck me that it may be because there were crocodiles beneath and the fact that there were only two swimmers - my uncle and KariyaNNa - added to my worries. But there wasn't much I could do so I tried to distract myself by gazing at the infinite stars above, listening to the rhythmic movement of KariyaNNa's jallu and longing for the coziness of the houses on the shore going away from us. But some enthusiasm was kicked up by my mother urging us to sing so by the time we stepped on to Mavinkurve, I was ready to be on the river again. But there was Harikathe of course, which dragged on meaninglessly(I couldn't understand much) and I must've slept off. I don't remember the journey back home.
One of those summer nights in my grandmother's place and there was a Harikathe in Mavinakurve and this was just the distraction we needed in our monotonous schedule(really?). But it would start only sometime in the night and Mavinkurve is an island to be reached by boat. The prospect was very exciting and we begged our mother to take us along and I don't know how she consented. Range of children(7 totally) was from 2 to 17 years and along with my mother, Aunt G and my youngest uncle we skipped into KariyaNNa's boat.The journey was going to be of some 20 minutes and it was a moonless clear sky. I must say half my merry died within ten minutes because the water was high and looked ominous in the dark night, all the more so because KariyaNNa had given us clear instructions not to move an inch. We kids were sitting shoulder to shoulder in a line and we were severely reprimanded by one and all if we tried to stroke the water. A thought struck me that it may be because there were crocodiles beneath and the fact that there were only two swimmers - my uncle and KariyaNNa - added to my worries. But there wasn't much I could do so I tried to distract myself by gazing at the infinite stars above, listening to the rhythmic movement of KariyaNNa's jallu and longing for the coziness of the houses on the shore going away from us. But some enthusiasm was kicked up by my mother urging us to sing so by the time we stepped on to Mavinkurve, I was ready to be on the river again. But there was Harikathe of course, which dragged on meaninglessly(I couldn't understand much) and I must've slept off. I don't remember the journey back home.
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