Every memory a seed

“പലരും എന്നോട് ചോദിക്കാറുണ്ട്, ഞാന്‍ എവിടുന്നാണെന്ന്… അപ്പോഴൊക്കെ ഞാന്‍ പറയുന്ന പേര് കേരളത്തില്‍ ഒളിച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന ഒരു കൊച്ചുഗ്രാമത്തിന്റേതാണ്.

ജനിച്ചത് അവിടെയല്ല… പഠിച്ചതും വളര്‍ന്നതും അവിടെയല്ല. പക്ഷേ, ഞാന്‍ ആ നാട്ടുകാരനാണ്… ആ നാട് എന്റേതും.”

Palarum ennodu choddikyarundu, njan evidinaanennu… appozhokke njan parayunna peru keralathil olichirikyunna oru kochu gramathintethaanu.
Janichathu avideyalla… padichathum valarnnatthum avideyalla. Pakshe, njan aa naattukaaranaanu… aa naadu entethum.
This blog continues to be that little hub for folks bitten by the Kerala memories bug. Perhaps more of us live far away from our roots today, running after our destinies, in crowded cities and foreign countries. So what is our relationship with that old Kerala village or town that we are originally from? There are others who have arrived here as travellers and yet felt at home in the warmth of the soil here. We treasure those special moments in Kerala that throb on our minds but have disappeared from everywhere else…  I invite you to walk along those old paths and share with us your stories, your Manjadi*
* Manjadi refers to the lucky red seeds (Adenanthera Pavonia) that children traditionally gather as a keepsake in Kerala.

 

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