But I enjoyed the solitude of that barren land. That is, when Seetakka left me alone. That house is so clearly etched in my memory. They hadn't maintained the surroundings at all so it was some coconut trees in a grassy land, just beyond the front yard. We roamed there in the mornings.We went walking along the dusty roads in the evening and she was a non-stop talker and I, the listener. She was older than me, was very proud of her writer father and it was quite obvious that she would enter the literary world soon. She was the only child and maybe I was a welcome ear; she told me all sorts of things. From classmates to monetary troubles at home. She suggested books that I could read from her father's vast collection.She even romanticized periods. I was struggling with the cloth pads and hated the routine so her words put the whole thing in a new light. I think we even exchanged some letters later. I now wonder why we didn't go on to build on the bond we developed that summer. I can blame it on the fact that Pappa fell out with Maama a couple of years after that but there was something else too. I can't put my finger on it though.
Today my thoughts are more with Atte. She was always a strong lady and I hope she continues to find strength.
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