Before starting up with the story I have something proud to expose. All characters shown in this story are real and not imaginary. They are living near to my home, in my sweet greenish village.
Some years before, when I was 7, as like Arundhati Roy explains it was a rainy season. ' By early june the south-west monsoon breaks and there were three months of wind and water with short spells of sharp, glittering sunshine that thrilled children snatch to play with. ' We were the children this time. We usually wait for the rain to come along with the power shaking wind, and when it does ; we ran towards the back end of the courtyard. There was a big old mango tree with wide spread branches and full of sweet yellow mangoes. We mathachan, chacochan, amminikutty, amalootan, lijoppan, meenachi etc were fast in picking more number of mangoes. From those time of sizzling rain onwards we used to enjoy our vaccation limitlessly.
The pair of best buddys I got under the mango tree was lijoppan and meenachi. Both of them were elder to me and lijoppan was the yonger brother of meenachi. They had a beautiful small family with parents. Their small home and immense happiness always attracted me. Eventhough I was not allowed to play outside, I found space to go the small heaven of happiness to talk more and even ate from there. Lijoppan was suprisingly talented and creative, even had coin and stamp collections at his shelf.
Few years passed. Hands grown stronger.
Many things happened these years. In a retreat programme at our church, Lijoppan got welcome from the almighty god and was sent to seminary for becoming a priest with one of the rocky guy. Meenachi was sent for becoming nurse. There was no-one except me. Monsoon rain showerd and tried to cool the atmosphere. I sat silently under the great big mango tree.
Again another year passed. Wild creepers snake up through the strong branches sucked its juices and left it dry. Ammachi gave instructions to cut the skeleton tree. Lijoppan came back from the seminary with that crazy friend after finishing his one year at seminary. He had some sought of mental problem came heriditory which send him out of seminary. He appeared so sad and silent walking through the road. Even mom instructed me to pray for him daily. His parents leelammanty and kunjumonappapi appeared sad than ever. I felt confused in start talking with them.
The mango tree vanished from land. Fences came all around the land, seperating human minds and human lands.
By that time meenachi finished her studies and got a small job. Lijoppan crawled out of the situation slowly. He joined for bachelor degree in litreature. With the small part of money got from meenachi's salary they started improving their house and land which usually get subjected to floods.
They worked hard leveling gravel, making gardens, extending one more room etc.
Whenever I passed that way before their house, both lijoppan and kunjumonappapi seemed sweating in the hot sun because of hardwork. Meenachi finished her one year experiencing in a hospital and with the certificate she flooded out to gulf. Better job with increaced salary was offered. Lijoppan worked hard and creative, prayed a lot helping church in its works. He studied with determination. After two years meenachi setup her house much more big. For building that two stored house the engineer, labour, interior designer, carpenter etc. positions are performed by lijoppan and kunjumonappapi only. The hardwork prayer and talent proved the result. Now I belive this story is an example for a deterministic and hardworking son, confident and supporting father, trusted and bold mother.
Now they have a beautiful house and smiling faces in it. I usually feel proud about something that I have people to speak, to pray for me and to smile at me. Now I usually witness friends getting depressed on being lonley. God never created me such situations.
