Chevittithara house, Thaikkattukara P.O, Aluva-683106

Starting today a whole new series on Summer.True stories garnished with some salt and pepper.


PROLOGUE
Summers in kerala [ until the protagonists grew old enough to go to professional colleges] meant heat, hols, paddy fields, Moosakutty’s mango tree, Tijo chetan’s football and my “adipoli” cousins.[ readers please do not rack your brains as to why our football donor was named thus.Kindly refer the meanderthal man’s blog.]Summers in thaikkattukara meant heat, hols, paddy fields and the “thalipoli” kids of Chevittithara house. Summers in chevittithara house meant heat, hols, paddy fields and the 75 cm long cane bought from aluva by their grandfather aka uppappa to tame the “thalipoli” kids.
Azeera, Nazreen, and Achu. Three wonderfully boisterous cousins christened “thalipoli” girls by the peace loving homo sapiens of the locality. Pretty funny huh!!! Considering the fact that they called themselves the “adipoli” kids. [wait!!! The author requests the non malli reader to kindly take that perplexed look off the face. Adipoli kids= cool kids. Thalipoli girls= brats]

Chapter 1: How Azeera Azeez saw a snake, shrieked and got fever.
Moosa kutty’s mango tree renders its invaluable services by overlooking the fields, by having a physique strong enough to carry the weight of the adipoli kids, by giving kannan the guy-goat enough leaves and by satisfying the palate of the adipoli kids with juice-trickling-down-mangoes. The nice adipoli kids never forgot to thank heavens for Moosakutty. He was indeed a great guy. For only great guys own orchards where the adpoli kids can run around. Only great guys plant, water and pamper mango trees for the adipoli kids.

after a hard day’s work, as usual, the adipoli kids settled down on Moosakutty’s mango tree to grin, giggle, gossip and to chart out the next day’s tasks.[ the author agrees to the fact that playing football and ‘sat’, pulling ammu the cow’s tail, hogging rice with ‘chaala’ curry, mimicking Nooruddin mullah’s calicut accent, behind his back,at the madrasa , fighting for weaver bird’s nests, catching fish in the nearby stream and running around in the paddy fields can all be beyond doubt classified as hard work.]. pelting kutti little stones into the adjacent paddy field, nazreen complained, “ i hate going to madrasa or school, why cant we chumma sit like this forever on Moosakutty’s tree. The more cleverer achu replied, “we would get wet when it rains and what do we do when the mango seasons ends”. nazreen replied, “yeah you right”. Far away from all this conversation, in her own candy world, on the highest branch sat the lovely azeera staring at the paddy fields. The sun going down like Tijo chetan’s basketball thrown down by the 6 foot long ‘totti’. [The author wishes to clarify at this point that totti means long stick used to pluck mangoes. Any resemblance to the italian football player is purely coincidental. The adipoli kids cannot be held responsible for consequences of any kind. legal proceedings what so ever can be settled only within the jurisdiction of chevittithara house courts.]. Something glistening caught the eye of the lovely kid. She stared through her thick ‘soda’ glasses. Yup that was a snake. An anaconda if the lovely kid was not mistaken. SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKK!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAMMMMMM!!!
As the other two adipoli kids stared azeera scampered down the tree, ran and hid behind velyuma’s [grandmom’s] saree. All in a fraction of second. All that remained was screeeeaaaaammmm!!!!! Bawl!!!ngheee!!!!. a worried velyuma held her in bear hug as the lovely kid cried, “velyuma don’t go to fields there is an anaconda out there”. Velyuma explained, “ its just a ‘neerkoli’, a harmless water snake, don’t worry da”. Azeera sobbed, “ no am sure it’s an anaconda”.[ how velyuma managed to comfort azeera is beyond the knowledge of the author]
Azeera was taken to Dr Naser and treated for fever the next day.