The Morning
Ahalya- the thought of her bought a smile and the crow’s feet widened prominently beside his eyes. The smell of tea always gave her aura; her long black hair, kohl eyes, dimples, light coffee coloured skin. Memories!! many of which he recollected in fragments, but it remained forever. A cycle bell startled him ,it was Damu. “Good morning Rametta!” Damu greeted Raman addressing him as an elder brother. “Good morning Damu! You are early today.” Damu smiled back and began his chores. He was a boy of 16,hailing from an “untouchable” family. He was least welcome elsewhere ,but here. This was his part-time job to support his college fee. Picking up the broom to dust the veranda, a mop to clean the floor inside and a old piece of lungi to dust the shelves, he began. With rigorously clashing cycle chains ,six teenage boys came on their cycles and picked up a pile of newspaper each and left. They too fit into Raman’s small world. Pleased by their timing, he began reading his newspaper. “Y...