Mulakhavegala

SHE LEFT. AND WITH HER, ALL MY HOPE VANISHED. A THOUSAND TIMES I HAVE BEEN TO HER HOME TOWN AND WANDERED THE STREETS LIKE A FAKIR ONLY TO RETRACE MY STEPS BACK TO THE BUS STAND. BUT SHE NEVER CAME…SOME HOPE LINGERED. BUT WITH TIME, THAT TOO WAS EXTINGUISHED. BUT I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THAT MOMENT OF ANGUISH WHEN I REALIZED THAT I HAD LOST RAMA. THAT MEMORY STILL DISTURBS ME. IT IS THE SAME AS I NARRATE ALL THIS. BUT THEN I CHANGED TRACKS. I AM THE SAME MAN THAT I WAS. BUT ‘IT IS ALL LIFE…’.... , . , . . . . , ( )