Charming Simplicity, Enchanting Wisdom…

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I read Deepa Nishant’s second book first! ‘ Nanannju teertha mazhakal’. ( ‘The rains that were relished’)It made me laugh and wonder at the same time. Memories which one could immediately relate to, language replete with a self deprecating sense of humour, and a graceful simplicity. Beautiful!

I immediately ensured that the great readers among the Missionary Sisters- who lovingly provide me  with lovely tapioca and fish whenever I feel homesick -got the copy. It  was still circulating from hand to hand, amidst much laughter, when I heard the last time.

So this time, I got her first collection. ‘ Kunnolamundallo Bhootakalakulir’ ( ‘The moist yesteryear memories- a veritable mountain’). I finished it at one sitting, enjoying my mother’s murukku and banana chips. Little girl raised a quizzical eyebrow; and mentioned a very pertinent argument that her ammomma meant the goodies for her and not anyone else. I ignored her royally and went on chomping.

That is an age old habit- snacking on goodies with magazines-which started with Poompatta and Balarama. What does she know of Malayalam: this young brat who corrects my  Hindi grammar fifteen times a day?  (‘Amma, I met someone who speaks your style of Hindi. New classmate from Bengal. She watched Padmaavat and told me-Shahid Kapoor mar gayi.’)

I believe that this book – now into its 21st edition- is a compilation of her  25 Facebook notes. These were loved by many and became a best seller when published. It continues to be one. Well deserved too!

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‘Jalam Kondulla Chila Murivukal’was very thought provoking. ( Wounds created by water). My personal favourite.

It narrates an episode from the young professor’s teaching life – when she realised that what is ‘seen’ and ‘what is happening’ are two different things. A young student teaches the teacher a valuable lesson in life.

Her inherent kindness touches him too; and we read a note that he left for her.

“To my teacher who cracked open my solidified sorrow -wrought by endless excavation of tears-with her hearty laughter.”

She quotes a snippet from a poem (which roughly translated) reads:

In a human life-

the most relevant

needn’t  be the most prominent.

Perhaps,

just a few moments…

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Reading  Deepa Nishant’s lovely articles would most definitely define  a few of those precious moments in my own life journey. And yes, the Reverend Sisters have already demanded the copy!

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