குறுந்தொகை பாடல் 147
பாலையின் கோடையில் அரியதாய் பூத்த
பாதிரி மலராக நெஞ்சில் பூத்த
மாமை நிறத்தவளே
கைகோர்ப்பது கனவென்பதால் கனவு மட்டும் காண பழகிக் கொள்கிறேன்,
எழுந்ததும் மறக்கும் வித்தையை யாரிடம் கற்பது என்றறியாமல்.
The One Legged Royal Crow
It was just another mundane day where you would feel blessed if you could shit freely without having to call god for helping relieve yourself. I wokeup, shit, brushed got ready and Kickstarted the boxer bike and set off for work. True to my penny pinching nature I stopped at the small roadside idly shop to have my breakfast. For sometimes now this had been routine for me and my colleagues to eat in this idly shop. Usually we were the first customers to break into idly Patti's shop and today was no exception. Idly Patti like all the Pattis in the stories had a soft corner for crows. It was idly Pattis custom to keep a few idly outside first before serving us. On that day too she kept idly with chutney (as if the crows would not pay her tips if she missed chutney) on the small slab outside her thatched roof shop. And the heroes of this incident, the crows started to flock to eat the idlis. Had the crows started to caw and fight around idly it would have been another normal day. Bu...
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