MUNNAL KADHALI

NEELA MALAI SHARAL

It's a freezing morning. Even the sun snooze It's alarm , pulls It's legs inside the blanket and sleep for a while enjoying the breeze and rain drops that sprinkle over the trees and sheds. Those rain drops falls on a large glass window and glides through it into the soil.

The curtains were still closed. In a huge bed room lies a soft and a comfortable bed. Those dim lights in the room even makes a dynamo sit ideal and feels ok for doing nothing. Those musical instruments placed on the table makes that room further a fantasy. The wardrobe which is placed at one fine corner of the room looked as like suddenly entered a CID agent's planning space as it was wide open and filled with markings ,pins and sticknotes everywhere , could see music notes spread over the neatly arranged dresses. That spot was amidst a only black spot in this perfect room out of fairytale . Suddenly the phone placed over a narrow wooden table next to the bed ringed again. It was the 6th time. But this time he slowly moved in the bed , still his eyes closed. However he tried to wake up , the bed pulled him back and comforted him , restricting him from getting off it. After a last try he somehow managed to sit and saw his phone half eye closed. He saw those missed calls. A little bit of both excitement and fear played on his face at the same time. He closed his eyes for a second and took a long breath, then he got up from his bed and his feet touched the freezing , tiled floor. He entered his bathroom and found that he forgot his towel. He opened his shower with a sigh in his face and leaving the warm water from the shower fall on the floor he ran out to bring his towel and pulled it with a force from his study table, letting the stuffs placed over it falls down and shatter, making the tidy floor a pure disaster. After getting a freshening bath , he cam out on a bathrobe and sat on the bed again after opening that huge window hid behind those heavy , silky curtains, feeling the breeze and letting his wet hair dry from which water drops down making his shoulders wet.

He went in a deep thoughts about something, like he even lost himself in those thoughts. He sat there like a statue looking at the window and the rain drops standing on it after a heavy pour down, until a cool breeze touched his neck , he shook his head out of a sudden freezing feel over his neck. He again came to sense and looked around in search of his phone. At once he got it in hands , he saw a new notification and had a smile lining in the side of his lip. He swiped off that notification and decided to answer those missed calls at first. He rang up the number and on the other side they picked the call suddenly as they were waiting for it since early morning.

The caller said " Hello! Is this kadhir varadhan?"

He answered back " Yah, It's kadhir varadhan here "

The caller... " Good morning sir , it's our pleasure to invite you for our 12 th annual KWP awards as a Nominee. We have already invited you , but it's our duty to inform you the time and place again as the program falls today...."

Kadhir...." It's an honor. By the way, it would be better if you send those details to my whats app number. I hope you have mine"

The caller..." yah, we do ,sir. Thank you for your time , we will be waiting for your arrival sir."

He hanged up the phone.

KADHIR'S POV

It is of course a lazy day . I worked till late night which makes me even more lazy to wake up and start my day, but still I am in a hurry to complete all my routine and groom myself like a boss as this is my first (He pauses a second).........may be my first award. If I get this today, if this day is mine , then it would be the most memorable day of my life ever...... This day is all about 5 years of my struggle, from a chorus to a well-known singer. Even after earning a lots of fame , money and opportunities , the only missing is ,' the honor', which is so difficult to gain in this particular field and generation. If I achieve this today, I'll feel like I am complete. Yah! That's true......what else an artist needs ?

In all these flooded thoughts, he completely forgot about his voice exercises. He walked all over his room doing his daily voice exercises. Suddenly he stepped on a box which hurted his foot, he moaned once and looked down to see not only a box but almost all the stuffs which he kept on his study table was under his feet. He cursed himself for pushing it down and for not cleaning the study table for months. He started to clear stuffs one by one and come to know that those stuffs contains even his coffee cup which he placed few weeks before, he felt ashamed. On the process of cleaning his table , he took the box that hurted his foot. After seeing it ,the image of it started to blur as his eyes was filled with tears.

It's like my whole past life once flashed through my eyes. My heart beats faster , hands trembled, I managed to open the box and took two bands out. That contains one half of a heart in each bands. I hold that near my face and before even realizing, a drop of my tears fell on the band. I wiped my face and sat near the table , leaning my head on the wall adjacent to it, trying not to cry. My mind is blank and I have nothing to say other than that name which my lips murmur.

It's "NITHYA"........

NOTE,

THE MEMORY THAT KADHIR'S HEART WISHES TO FORGET , BUT ALWAYS GETS INTO HIS MIND AND DRIVES HIM MAD............
LET'S SEE WHAT HIS FATE HAS FOR HIM IN THE STORES...............

TO BE CONTINUED.......