Will you tell Sevathiya that I waited for her?

Some one asked the great Mu.Varadharasan,Tamil scholor once what is the basis of a short story,how to write a short story.He said that something one hears or sees or reads or something that affects you ,that becomes the ‘karu’ of your story and the story revolves round it carrying mostly a message.
Amarar.Kalki wrote Sivagamiyin sabhadam,Ponniyin Selvan,Amaradhara,Thyaga bhoomi the list will go on.All his works were based on real life happenings and real people who lived and breathed,he added his own inputs without distorting history and created immortal classics.
I am not a great writer.Iam a simple housewife wanting to share with you my thoughts and desires.
Well,I could not sleep,so I thought ,why not I write a love story,about two inanimate objects?
So I am venturing to do exactly that.My dear friends,you may not like it at all,and you may gnash your teeth like sundar,or feel like murdering me.Even then I am going ahead.


I am traveling towards Madras,atleast that’s what these people are saying.Iam not sad about the pain the thrashing gave my body I can bear it, but I can’t bear being taken away from my birth place,my Tanjore.Have you seen Tanjore,have you atleast heard of it?The fertile land,the beautiful Kaveri and the heart rending beauty of that place.I was so happy growing up there.I knew that my life span was not more than six to eight months.But I could not care less.I was always thinking and dreaming about Sevathiya,my ‘muraiponnu’.She was being raised in in a field not far away from my place.People said we were made for each other,I am white, she is golden in colour,my sevathiya!.

We both knew that we grew up for each other Yesterday I got the news that they put sevathiya in a machine with others, removed her covers and took her away.Now she must also be thinking about me,my sevathiya.People call me Rice in English,Arisi in Tamil but Iam Rasa for her.People call her Tuvarai and Toordhal,but she is sevathiya for me.
When I heard the news that my sevathiya had been taken away,I died in my heart.Yes,my dear, I too have a heart!.
Now they are taking me to a shop at Chennai.Somebody will pay money and buy me.While I am taken from the sack and put in an open sack to be sold,my eyes are searching for Sevathiya,my muraiponnu.She is not there.In a sack by my side is a dhal that resembles my Sevathiya,but my Sevathiya was golden in colour.
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I want to see her once, only once, before they sell me away.Do you know I and Sevathiya were happy that even after we died, we would be together,since most people prefer rice and dhal,you see!

Will I see my Sevathiya again?If you see her, tell her that I waited to see her once,atleast once!

Wow Mithila ma'am,
So nicely described the saga of rice and dhal.......
Really, even if they die, they will be together.....always and forever....
Regards.

hi mithila maam,
a different one, sweet and beautiful.... :)
every grain of rice must have its own story,in the course of its long journey from the fertile banks of the kaveri to the supermarket shelves.... :)
isnt it rightly said, " சோழ வள நாடு சோறுடைத்து"....

it was a very imaginative one from you....a love story that's a bit different from your previous ones... !!

:)))))))

Dear Mithila ma'm and others......

This is a message expressly written to pacify everyone who is worried stiff about Rasa and Sevathiya.
This morning, they got married in my stainless steel bowl and the marriage has been consumated (pun intended!!!!) and they are going to live happily ever after, even death cannot part them.........;)

L, Kamla

Hi Mithila
Enjoyed the love story as well as the Fb's

Mithila Ma'am ... no worries.. they did meet each other in kamla's kitchen !! what a gift right :)

Nice writeup !!!!!

Originally Posted by Kamla

:)))))))

Dear Mithila ma'm and others......

This is a message expressly written to pacify everyone who is worried stiff about Rasa and Sevathiya.
This morning, they got married in my stainless steel bowl and the marriage has been consumated (pun intended!!!!) and they are going to live happily ever after, even death cannot part them.........;)

L, Kamla

Kamla.. was planning to write that ;) Kudos !!!!

Dear nandu,
Hi!Am happy that Rasa and Sevathiya married in Kamla's kitchen.Now nobody need worry about thaem.
Thanks.
mithila kannan

Thank you Usha dear.I enjoyed writing this piace.
mithila kannan

Dear Kamla,
How suddenly I became mithila madam?
Iam happy that my Rasa and Sevathiya consummated their marriage in your kitchen.How wonderfully romantic!
Thank you,
mithila kannan

Dear Sowparnika,
Thank you.Yes not only rice my dear ask the jasmine flower,it may talk eloquently in Madurai Tamil about so many wonderful things about Madurai.You have given me food for thought.
Thank you Usha,your words are precious to me.
mithila kannan