Rushing into that 8.10 am crowded bus ,Carrying two lunch bags of different colours in one hand and clipping your shirt to the other is the first memory flash my brain recollects when I think of you.Taking care of you and your safety was a huge responsibility at an age that I could hardly pronounce my full name.
At someday in the month of March every year I constantly had one request to my dad. “ Appa Indha leave la Kerala ku polama“? Yes, “Kandippa kannu “said my dad. But the time never came for that perfect family trip.
However,Memories my dad shared about Kerala was my favourite bed time stories of all. Infact Its the most…