who visited our home during my early childhood, milkman was the one who scared me the most. He visited daily twice. He sported a self made turban made from his towel and always came in a cycle with a lot of aluminum cans hanging in every possible way. At the age of 3-6 i never liked to wear anything and i was a happy nudist.
Each day morning as i woke up, i would brush my teeth and walk straight to the big portico we had in chandrasekara puram. I would climb to the highest point in the wall and sit there happily for hours together and just keep watching the road. For some reason even though it was the same spot, same road and same set of people, that routine fascinated me. Even milk would be served there. Since everyone would be busy in the morning and i don't disturb anyone, i would not be bothered much except when temperature is not too good for me :)
But the only time i would freak out and run inside is when this man stops his cycle in front of our home. I would run to the second entrance gate, will wait and watch if he is coming inside. As usual and as a habit he would walk swiftly with a wide grin on looking at me and walked the entire length of the portico. As he neared me, he would just utter two words "குஞ்சு தா" .
I would freak out and always went to my mom, in a sobbing tone i would say "குஞ்சு தா கேக்கராம்மா" , my mom will laugh at me, so will my granddad and almost everyone in home. That will end my morning enjoyment and will be time for me to get ready. Probably they had a checkpoint in the milkman that's why they did not disturb me.....
no more milkman, today everything is packed well and distributed.....thinking of that today, i could not just stop wondering how glorious and beautiful were those days, and how good the people were just 20yrs ago
Come what may!!!Life keeps moving.
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