Original Date: 5-9-2003
Original Language: Telugu

REPPA VIRIGINA PAKSHI

Hello Mummy,

Naaku niddari ravatledu. Eevela aedoola vundi. Thalli thandri, snehitulu,
ningi nela, ooha bhashalaku arthamkaani baadha naadi. Chinnapudeymo
peddavvalani korikalu vuntayi. Peddachaduvulu chadivi paieththulu
edhagaalani aashirvaadistharu peddhalu. Mari, peddhainatharuvaatha
chinnapati gorumuddhalu, taati chettunundi padey vennela, thallichatuna
vecchathanam, mallejaagi vanti bangaru khsanalaga yee mannassulo alalagaa
nimagnamayipoothaayi. Vidhini yevvaru aapaleru kaani, gunde korina prati
korika vidhidhaarini dhaataduka suma? Mari, yilantappudu mannasunu
gaayaparachadam yela! Hm.... Krishna leela kadhu, Brahma raatha unthakante
kadhu - antha brahma, nedani vidichi vellani, romalachaatu daagivunna
keechuraalu...

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THE BROKEN WINGED BIRD

Hello Mom,

I can't sleep tonight. Something pains my heart and I'm unable to fathom what ails me. This melancholy goes beyond the grasp, nay the relative realm of parents, friends, earth and sky, ideas, language, and expression. While growing up we're always encouraged to expand our horizons and go for the highest education. Whence we're all grow up remnants of childhood pull us into flashbacks: the baby-food meals, moonlight through the 'turmuric' tree branches—come back in the golden form of fresh smelling lilies and fill my thoughts as do waves in the ocean. No one can stop fate, but every faint wish of the heart doesn't cross fate, does it? Thus, in these times how come I hurt my own heart! Hm…this isn't the work of lord Krishna, nor is it lord Brahma's ultimate written prescription of the cosmos—all is an illusion, it is 'that that does not leave the shadow', the inkling you'd call a tick behind the brow…

>>>>>>>Written while in college (UGA)>>>>>>>