We still live
on the brink of nothingness,
between the north and south of the seasons
We still sleep
on stone pillows,
like our fathers
We still follow the same clouds,
resting in the shadows of thorn trees
We still drink down our tea while swallowing fire
and we walk barefoot not to frighten the silence
And in the distance
at the edge of the mirage
we still watch, every evening the sun fall into the sea.
An old woman with a wrinkled face and a quirky smile camped near the shore is not something that catches the hold of your eyes every other Saturday. Awaiting the tides won’t bring anything new. Selvi, a 72-year-old woman is an exception. An avid collector of sea shells Selvi sells it to the tourists who visits the beach. One can find her camped near the shore on a typical day in Tranquebar beach, Tamil Nadu.
1.What do you know about sea shells?
I don’t know much about the biology of sea shells but I’ve heard that it holds life inside it. When I listen closely to a shell I can feel the warmth of life that echoes in my ear.
2.Since when did you start collecting sea shells?
I’ve been travelling from beaches to rivers to collect shells ever since I was a little child, this is the only trade I know.
3.Anybody can collect sea shells. So what makes people come to you and buy from your collection?
My grandmother used to tell me that I had the blessing of ‘Kadalamma’ (referring to the sea). Kadalamma has miraculously saved me once in my life. When I was six years old, I was drowning and luckily got saved as I was not taken away by the sea. So she brings me the best shells in this vast sea.
4.How’s your typical day like?
I wake up every morning and collect the sea shells using my fish net and then go to sleep again. Later during the day, I sort and separate them. Tourists visiting Tranquebar beach will buy it from me.
5.Do you go for some other work apart from this?
No, my husband and two sons go to the sea for fishing. We are basically fisher folk and sea is a part of our life. The sea goddess (kadalamma) is the giver and destroyer of our lives.
‘Love’ the four letter world that sums up every emotion in the world.Great sacrifices,fierce battles and more is done in the name of love.
Some people argue that the mother’s love is the greatest expression of love in the world. Religious pundits are of the belief that love of God is the greatest love of all.
For instance even athiests search for love in the material world ,in truths and science that exixtsed collaterally in heavens and earths.
If I were to give a synonym for this word,I’ll choose “selfish”.
Love is the supreme act of selfishness.An art of being in Union with yourself and your feelings.
The love of your mother and the love of the Divine is all the same fantasy wrapped in different colours.
True love is being selfish.When a lover leaves a person he becomes depressed.But in reality he is conquered by the fear of not being loved by someone special.
After all ,we should all accept that in every human being there is a voice crying inside to be loved.
Love can only be experienced when it is reciprocated by someone or something.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
There are some questions to which you will never find answers.
But there are others which you never wanted to know.
Something built on truth defined by imagination.
More the poison you inject on those filthy wavy minds,
The more I get infected with hatred
The nerve in my forehead struggles to break free
As the thoughts in my mind transforms to actions set loose,
It cuts through thin air to plot against you
Till I push you further to the gates guarded by demons.
Legs numb, feet cold
No thoughts, nothing to think,
No fear of death nor valor of life
So perfect yet flawed
Same ritual every day
The entrance to this world is darkness
Yet I dream about light in my sleep.