Hanging Roots

         OM ARI OM AMMAI APPATHUNAI  VANAKAM                                                                                                                On the evening of a summer day, an old woman sat on the road side of a village. Her front teeth were prominent and crooked, gray hair falling down into her face. It was messy and uncombed.   Wrinkles on her face had eaten away all her beauties and she looked strangely.   A neatly tied head load of fire wood was lying besides her indicating that she works for her living. She was struggling to pullout a thorn that pierced into her left leg. As her appearance fo...

OM ARI OM AMMAI APPA THUNAI THE LOVELY GIRL At 6 a.m. on a wonderful rainy day chill breeze just embraced  Vignesh who was sleeping, with his eyes closed he searched for his blanket to cover his body to drive away the chillness of the soft wind that disturbed his pleasant sleep. Realizing that he had not have it when he went to bed he became helpless and returned to sleep.   He saw that he was walking along a small path way which is  covered with full of trees and shrubs.  It was a new place, never  been to that place earlier, but happily went on walking filled with full of joy and happiness in his mind.  He stopped at a place looking at a small hut that was beautifully put up.  Fascinated by its appearance Vignesh walked up to that hut. It looked like a heaven, surrounded by plenty of  small flowery plants, green and red shrubs in the midst of tall and elegant trees which will never make anyone tired of seeing it again ...