Carpe diem

Revathi's eyes had some kind of a charm in them. Every time he looked at her, they shone brightly like the summer sun. Over the next few weeks, he often went to her house. He was even doing errands for the family. He had become his boss's favourite. And whenever he was there, he couldn't concentrate on the work until he saw her. Revathi too used to wait for him to come home. All she needed was an excuse like serve water or get a file, for her to meet him. They communicated with each other in a way which didn't involve words. Her smile had a thousand different meanings which only he could decipher. His eyes told her many stories which only she could hear. Both of them loved each other in a language which only they understood. While all of this was going on, none of the others in the story had even a faint idea about it. Except for one. Revathi's mother. Brought up in an orthodox Zamindar family, Revathi's mother isn't someone who would get along with the c...

This one line is enough to get you curious. Remember the last time you were all excited to read a book or watch a horror movie just because the story line was 'based on a true story'? Well, you might have thought "can this happen in real life?" or have said, "this is all cooked up, it's too good to be true.", like me. But these stories aren't fiction or fragments of the writer's imagination. Like my mother says, "You don't have to hunt down for stories, they come from us. They are a part of us." Here is one of the stories I've come across last week. 35 years ago. (or some 40 years ago) He was the only child in his family. His father had settled in the city of Hyderabad to earn a living. His mother took care of the household while her husband was struggling to get a decent job. They didn't inherit any riches from their forefathers neither could they afford the high school education. They weren't too poor or somethi...