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The dance practice in the vacation was started in Jeena's friend's courtyard. It was based on the story of a cuckoo that lays it's eggs in the crow's nest. "Do they know all the steps ?", asked Jeena's friend to her. Jeena replied that we knew all the steps, which awoked wonder in me because I had not studied any type of dance before. It was because I was a member of Oppana team that Jeena selected me as a member in their group dance. About one week, I went to Jeena's house and continued practice. But one day, they declared that they wouldn't take part in the function because of some technical problem. I was happy in that decision because it was difficult for me to perform with others, without learning the dance steps.
On the day of publication of results, some of my friends were going to school to know their results. Though I had not gone to school till that time to know the results, at that time, an idea struck my mind - to take my two years old sister also with me. We quickly prepared and started to walk to school. When I moved a little, I understood that it was difficult to carry my sister on my hip. But somehow or other, we reached the school. I made her sit on a bench. Then my classmates brought the news about the winners and failed ones. Everyone came near kunjava and enquired her special news. I realised that she would be disturbed by the noisy situation. I said to them,"let's go home " and we returned home.
Now, I want to share with you an important event. During the vacation, I went to mother's house, as usual. Mother's elder sister also was present there. I asked her,"why does my mother talk continuously and use abusive words ?" Wearing a veil of a smile she said, "Oh! My girl, she was like that fom her childhood itself. Aunt Molly said, "Diya, how many children live here without getting food or shelter ? You have the wisdom to study, therefore you can acquire a job". I didn't understand anything. How could I study in such an atmosphere ?" My mother's sisters were very soft towards me and they were the synonymous of forgiveness. Then I didn't understand the reason behind it. But now, I realise everything.
Now, I want to share with you an important event. During the vacation, I went to mother's house, as usual. Mother's elder sister also was present there. I asked her,"why does my mother talk continuously and use abusive words ?" Wearing a veil of a smile she said, "Oh! My girl, she was like that fom her childhood itself. Aunt Molly said, "Diya, how many children live here without getting food or shelter ? You have the wisdom to study, therefore you can acquire a job". I didn't understand anything. How could I study in such an atmosphere ?" My mother's sisters were very soft towards me and they were the synonymous of forgiveness. Then I didn't understand the reason behind it. But now, I realise everything.
Now, I remember some silly matters that took place in my family. My sister would always wear a blue coloured frock only, when we go out to Kolenchery or mother's house . My mother would compel her upto whatever extent, she wouldn't yield. Then I would think, "she had been pampered very much by my mother". Another thing I am going share with you , may cause laughter in you. When I was a child, I was taught to call my father as "appa" and mother as " ammachi". In my childhood, the Christians in Kerala called their father as "appachan" and mother as "ammachi". All my classmates in my school used these words. But I didn't tell them about the word "appa". After five years, when my brother was born, he was taught to call my father as "pappa" and mother as "mummy". I was disturbed by those words but being a small child I didn't give any importance to it. But I thought that my brother had become like the students of English Medium School. Again five years passed by. My sister was born. Time does not wait for anyone. But does time exist ? Oh ! I am sorry, it is another question. My sister was also taught to call my father "pappa" and mother as "mummy". The consequences of all this was a bit harder one. When I take her and go to rubber plantation, she would ask me "where is mummy ? "Then I couldn't reply that her mummy was in a particular place. As a result, when my sister grew up, I called my father as "appa" and mother as "ammi". "Ammi" was a mixture of "ammachi" and "mummi"
After VIIth Std, I had to join a High School. Our nearest High Schools were in Kolenchery and in Pattimattam. If I go towards right I would reach Kolenchery and if I go towards left , I would reach Pattimattam. One day my father returned from Kadayiruppu junction in the evening. He said that most of the parents send their children to the High School in Pazhanthottam. It was in the Kolechery - Aluva route. Pazhanthottam ! I was hearing that name for the first time. Then, I thought that I would complete my High school education in Pazhanthottam.
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