Day 9( तेरे मेरे बीच में कैसा है ये बंधन अनजाना )

Today is a day I will never forget. It had been a long and exhausting day. I went to college without glancing at the schedule, which was unusual. The first hour was Jojo Sir's class. Sir, first asked us to edit an article, and then let us write down the technology's benefits and drawbacks in groups. Children from other options were also included in this group. The brainstorming process resulted in a slew of new ideas. Then we proceeded to the Santhi Mandiram after that. Even though it was mentioned in the timetable, I was not aware of that. There was a unique experience in store for everyone. We got to know people who have lost their minds along the way of time.
They greeted us with curiosity in their eyes. We learned about the organization's history from the founder's son. Many of them were enthralled by our artistic endeavours, while others stared at us blankly as if we had intruded on their space. Many of them sang and danced with us, and we couldn't keep our minds and tears from spilling. I couldn't forget the man who remembered the movie he saw in fourth grade and the song in it. We felt the pain in his tears that came from my right eye while he singing it and still burns me.
കണ്ണീരിൻ ചൂട്

ഇരുട്ട് വീണ മനസ്സിൽ എവിടയൊക്കെയോ
പ്രകാശം അരിച്ചിറങ്ങുന്നുണ്ടായിരിക്കാം,
ആ വെളിച്ചത്തിൽ എന്നോ മറവിയിലാണ്ടുപോയ പോയ ഓർമ്മകൾ കണ്ടിരിക്കാം.
പഴയ ഓർമയിൽ വെളിച്ചം തട്ടിയപ്പോളാകാം,
ജീവനറ്റ കണ്ണുകൾ തിളങ്ങിയത്,
ആരെയും കൂസാത്ത കണ്ണുകൾ ഈറനണിഞ്ഞത്.
ഓർമകളുടെ വെളിച്ചത്തിൽ കണ്ണുനീർ വജ്രം പോലെ തിളങ്ങി,
അത് വലത്തേകണ്ണിൽ നിന്ന് ചാലുകീറി താഴേക്ക് ഒഴുകി.
എന്നോ അപരിചിതരായ കുടുംബത്തെയോ കൂട്ടുകാരെയോ ഓർത്തുപോയിരിക്കാം,
 അല്ലെങ്കിൽ  കാലചക്രത്തിനുള്ളിൽ ഇനിയും ബാക്കിയുള്ള ഇരുട്ട് വീണ ജീവിതത്തിന്റെ നിഴലിനെ ഭയന്നകാം,
ആ കണ്ണുകളിൽ നിന്ന് ഓർമകളുടെ കഥകൾ നിർത്താതെ ഒഴുകിയത്.

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