2023-11-17 06:39:51
Molikuttia heard the call when he was getting ready to make some tea water by lighting the wood stove in the kitchen, still feeling sorry for his father who did not agree to get a gas connection in the house. “At Molikutty…” Did your father call you? Lord.. Is it the man who fetched a bucket of water from the well in the morning and went to the toilet? Do you hear that call once more from the toilet on the other side? Molikutty cupped his ears to dispel suspicion. No, no sound is heard. Thinking that sometimes she was just feeling it, she lit a handful of hot water and put water in a teapot on the stove. “Hey..” Is it really your father’s voice that you hear this time? Molikutty reached through the stove and looked at the toilet on the other side. That’s right, Dad’s faint voice! Molikutty asked as he ran in panic and knocked on the door of the toilet. “So.., did father call you? She circled her ears once more for an answer.
You can hear something from the inside! When he slowly pressed his hand on the door, the father was standing inside without clothes and supporting the wall! “What’s wrong.. Is there anything wrong?” “Something, it’s like lightning inside my chest” closing his eyes and saying that, father started rubbing his chest with his right hand. “Did you cheat, Lord… Does your father have chest pain once more?” Molikutty asked following stopping and washing his father’s clothes, taking a piece of cloth and wrapping it around his waist. “Would you like to walk..?” Father slowly nodded. Molikutty somehow supported him and brought him outside. It is true that father, who refused to agree to build a toilet inside the house even though he had progressed over time, felt a kind of hatred and anger. Dad is not ready even today.
“How come.. you have to sweat a lot?” Appanadavala asked as she stretched out on the grass on the other side. “It’s a little bit short now.. Did you smile and get the hot water here.” Father took a deep breath and said. “Don’t drink any water now.. Is this some other illness, I can take a sublingual tablet.” Molikutty took the sorbitrate tablet from under the pillow in the bedroom and put it under his father’s tongue. Then he took a knife and gave it to his father. “Do you want to go to the hospital, father..?” Molikutty asked with terrified eyes, not showing his inner panic. Without answering his father, he closed his eyes and looked up. At that time, the morning sun was sneaking a look at my father through the run.
Ten years ago, it was on the night of the parish church anniversary that the first light flashed on my father’s chest. At first, everyone thought that the stomach was full of gas from eating beef jerky and tofu, but suddenly everyone realized the seriousness of the matter when Dad collapsed, rubbing his chest. Dad was taken straight to Pushpagiri in the jeep through Johny in the south. Before dawn, the doctors opened the father’s chest and bypassed three blood vessels. When my mother left, my father’s plans changed. There is no shower and bath in time, no food, why, there is no medication. – If you don’t live for 70 years, why don’t you take all these medicines… This is what my father used to say when he told me to take medicine. As if that was not enough, Dr. Jacob of Pushpagiri, when he was discharged following the bypass operation, knocked out his father and told him to comfort him, “Welded blood vessels are stronger than ordinary blood vessels,” and he believed it to be like a biblical verse. Is that faith breaking down?
Molikutty had committed the murder of his father and mother three months before his father’s heart operation. It was more than father and mother might bear. Molikutty, who was studying nursing in Mangalore, ran away with his son Alex, who had no velem kooleem of the house’s rubber cutter Ousep! No one had even dreamed that Molikutty would say a thing or two to Alex, who came occasionally to add acid to the rubber milk that Oussep had tapped and brought in in the morning. What kind of father and mother can bear it if the only daughter, who was brought up with all her eyes and pearls, runs away with a penniless man? Molikutty, who had left home that day, did not allow Molikutty to set foot in that house even following ten years. Molikutty had always thought that following a few days, her mother would change her father’s mind. But it is true that Ammachi did not dare to do it! Molikutty showed them that it was such a big unforgivable mistake.
Isn’t it the chain of relationships lit by strong links of reciprocity that Molikutty broke without looking at the space in the madness of love that took hold of his head at an age when he didn’t know the eight or the point? The great offense he did to his father and mother, Molikutty and Geevarghese would kneel before the saint’s idol and repent! Father was a big talker. When Ammachi was in critical condition in Saip’s hospital and later when she died, Molikutty’s father did not bring Molikutty home even to have a last look at Ammachi. In the recent Karkatakam, when his father, who was digging a tree to pick kurumolak, slipped on his leg and fell on his bed and broke his leg, Molikutty was able to open his own door once more with the intervention of the vicar of the church and his neighbor Devassyetan. Still, the father has not agreed to take that step for Molikutti’s gentry, rubber cutter Oussep’s mon Alex and his grandchildren. Molikutty also did not force his father as he was well aware of the extent of his mistake.
But she thought that one day her father would end his dislike for her and her father would invite Alex Chetai and his children home. For that, she prayed to the Lord every Sunday while offering the novena. As the best chance she had to atone for her wrongdoing, she treated her broken father like gold. Since then, Molikutty would come to his father’s house every morning early in the morning for Kation and his children. Black coffee will be served and Kanjeem Kareem will be served. If there is any cloth to rub, it is washed and the house and yard are swept clean. After replacing all the belts in the middle, my father was healthier than before and had started doing all the work in the field. That’s when the Lord is once more such a test!
“Daddy…Let’s go to Kasupatri” “Why are you so scared, little one, I don’t have anything to do with that?” A little chest pain came on. It went as it came. Isn’t all this a reminder of the Lord? “Come, father, pour a cup of black coffee, and take that rusk packet with you. Kaushal Bai will come to work in the field. Before the sun gets hot, you have to pound all the bananas.” “Don’t go to the field from there if you don’t have this much. What if chest pain comes once more, Dad? I will call Alex Chetai and tell him to come and get the car. Let’s go to Pushpagiri”. Molikutty said as much without looking at his father’s face, somewhat afraid that he might take this opportunity to change his father’s anger towards his cousin Alex.
“Fa.. she has come as a brother.. as long as I am alive, I will not allow him to step on my step” Dad stood up, taking the torta lying on the bed and spitting jealously into the yard. “What Seth, what’s up? It was then that Kaushal Bai, who had been his father’s constant companion in the fields and fields for two years, came there. “Nothing bhai” “It’s not like that, Seth, did you have a fight with Molikutty in the morning? “If you tell me that, you won’t understand. Come on, Libra is coming, before that we have to knock all the bananas.” Father turned away from the subject and walked out into the field. “Let’s talk regarding it, Seth.. If you can tell me what’s going on, tell me, Seth.” “Bai, what is there that I can’t tell you, do you know everything regarding Molikutty? She was the one who woke me up when I was lying in the middle. How can it be okay if I tie my children to them and bring them here? I will not agree to that while I am still alive.”
“What’s wrong with what Molikutty is saying, Seth.. Aren’t they Seth’s mother-in-law and grandson?” He stole my daughter who should have studied and become a good worker and ruined her future. I can’t forgive him.” Father finished. “Don’t say anything like that, Seth, isn’t it the Lord who is above who decides everything? Look at me, I came to this country from Bengal in search of work. So what happened? Learned Malayalam from here, married a girl and live comfortably as a family. In our house, there is no difference between Bengalim and Malayalam. Why are we standing once morest it, Seth?” “Kaushal bhai, you are a good worker. The family is watching. Is that brat like you, Alex? Don’t you take a taxi every morning and lie down at the intersection? If you run, you run. But if he somehow got ten or a hundred in his hand, he would go to Tiruvalla and give it to the bar. Don’t make me say anything.” He continued to giggle, wiping his watery eyes.
“I know that I am old, and I must face loneliness and finally death. The Lord will call me back today or tomorrow. He ruined my baby’s life. Should I give it to him to destroy what I have worked hard to make all my life? No, I won’t. If I ever do that, my dead mother-in-law, Thrace, will never forgive me. She went to the Lord because of that tyrant. Let it go on like this till I die, and following that let them do whatever they want.” Kaushal Bai, who had no words to answer, comforted the farmer, who was sobbing with heart-wrenching pain, and walked towards the banana plantation. At that time, the rains that were waiting to rain in the sky had started their downward journey.
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