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scribbled stories: January 2008
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 7. As the lights outside the window dimmed, my heartbeats got louder. So loud, I did not even hear the thump on the door. 8217; I shook my head to say no. She then pulled me along to the courtyard where my ammamma was waiting. Reluctantly , I held ammamma’s hand and started walking along her side. 8216;Aha, It is you, Parvathy. Did you loose your way to this house?
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scribbled stories: January 2009
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Monday, January 19, 2009. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 11. I hardly slept that night. Kannan’s anger and his violent outburst kept flashing in front of my eyes. In the morning as I had breakfast, i heard ammamma and mother discussing about Kannan’s behaviour yesterday night. 8216;It must be hereditary’ my mom said. 8216;His father was like this too. He used to get violent without any reason’ ammamma said. 8217; ammamma said.
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scribbled stories: The Summer of '82 - Chapter 9
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Sunday, April 13, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 9. 8216;I thought he killed you’ Kannan looked unapologetic. 8216;Pranthan Kuttan. I thought he bit you and you died’. 8216;He did not bite me. He is my friend now. I have promised to go in the evening and read stories to him. Why did you think i died’. What makes you think I was murdered’. 8216;Who wants chakka. 8217; aunty asked with a deep concern. A shiver went through ...
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scribbled stories: The Summer of '82 - Chapter 6
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Sunday, January 27, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 6. As I calmed, things came back to normal. My ears cooled down, and my heartbeats sank into silence. I turned to look at Kannan who was staring at me. 8216;Where did you disappear’ Kannan asked me completely furious ‘I was scared.’. 8216;Did you see him? 8216;Who is that? 8216;It is Namboodiripad’s youngest son. He is mad. He bites everyone he sees.R...8216;Namboodiri...
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scribbled stories: The Summer of '82 - Chapter 10
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Thursday, May 08, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 10. 8216;Wow, you mean all shops would be shut tomorrow. A holiday? 8216;Yes, you can say that. Its a holiday! At the panchayat there was a lot of noise. There were many people gathered together, almost everyone in white shirts and white mundu’s sitting on the platform under the banyan tree. A mike was hoisted on it and grey bhopu speakers tied on bamboo poles...8216;Go bac...
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scribbled stories: The Summer of '82 - Chapter 8
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Thursday, February 07, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 8. 8217; her frail voice squealed in delight. 8216;But I am just eight years old! How can I be an uncle? 8216;That is so sad, you must have been so lonely! 8217; I said. 8216;Granny why dont you wear a blouse? 8217; I asked her innocently. She laughed, her laughter breaking at her tonsils. She took a brass vessel and spitted in it. ‘Blouse? That is the invention of tod...
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scribbled stories: November 2006
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Sunday, November 26, 2006. A guard took the keys of the car. I wondered the way things had progressed in this city. Valet parking at whore houses! A guy was seated in one corner attending phone calls. Around four telephones were present on the table. After a brief discussion on the phone, he hung up. He looked at us and smiled. He got up and shook hands with each of us. He spoke in very affluent English. Touché. We left.
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scribbled stories: The Summer of '82 - Chapter 11
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Monday, January 19, 2009. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 11. I hardly slept that night. Kannan’s anger and his violent outburst kept flashing in front of my eyes. In the morning as I had breakfast, i heard ammamma and mother discussing about Kannan’s behaviour yesterday night. 8216;It must be hereditary’ my mom said. 8216;His father was like this too. He used to get violent without any reason’ ammamma said. 8217; ammamma said.
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scribbled stories: October 2006
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Thursday, October 26, 2006. The earth shook again. Now, it was even more violent than ever. Something hit my head…. The back of the ambulance opened. Farida stepped out. I heaved a sigh of relief. Two men alighted after her with a stretcher. I went forward to hug her, to tell her that I was so relieved. That’s when my eyes went to the stretcher. I lay on the stretcher. Cold. Dead. 8220;We will name her Sharon” God says.
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scribbled stories: February 2008
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Tip tip tap tip taptip tap tippy tappy tip tap. goes my fingers on the keyboard. Thursday, February 07, 2008. The Summer of '82 - Chapter 8. 8217; her frail voice squealed in delight. 8216;But I am just eight years old! How can I be an uncle? 8216;That is so sad, you must have been so lonely! 8217; I said. 8216;Granny why dont you wear a blouse? 8217; I asked her innocently. She laughed, her laughter breaking at her tonsils. She took a brass vessel and spitted in it. ‘Blouse? That is the invention of tod...