Pattanam Stories #1

Pattanam is teaching me life in some more naive manner. Here i went for a post wedding dinner gathering of one of our labour, at his home nearby our site. Lit up by the harsh video light, decorated by red colored shamiyana clothes and some red plastic chairs , i was feeling home and relaxed. My mind started comparing the same with those dinners i used to have in city with more educated and cultured people .Here i was not bothered about those table manners, not a bit hesitant to ask for more food, the warmth that i felt is not explainable through words. One major thing i observed there was that grandma,the oldest member of the family whose ear seems to be retired, was coming close to everyone to see their faces clearly. She introduced herself by saying her name 'Janaki', and she was little embarrassed to tell that name as it was put some decades ago. She was like "oh my name was put long back, too old for these days ", and we consoled her by saying how beautiful that name is. I was wondering whether i could find such an old woman in a similar occasion talking with the guests in an urbanized setup as the next generation would be hesitant to present her before the Society. 
                                            And above all after a long time my taste buds got activated, as i could taste some really delicious home made fish delicacies. As we all posed for a group photograph , the fuse wire broke and we all fell into the dark and everyone was busy fixing it, that too in a harmony that is not easily visible in cities. I was thinking about the fragile people and the unending happiness they share within this small livelihood. No matter how small our world is, the happiness that we

are looking for is already within us.