He had been with very few friends in life. Most of them were imaginary ones whom he always wanted to befriend .
Sometimes at a changing phase of life , we make certain moves that are meant to be bonded with the mind forever.
Encouragement was such a factor that Raghuram thought, that would make his inside a lot happier. Raghuram was the third son Ananthasubrahmania Iyer and just like any younger member of a joint family, Raghu was treated like a kid. He was always made to do simple things. Raghu's friends mostly spoke what he wanted them to chat about. Sometimes it was movies, sometimes superstars and sometimes, life and science. They never discussed girls or miseries.
As Raghu grew up, there suddenly happened to be a day which still persists in his mind as a driving factor. The day started just as usual. The brushing, chat with Sethu and a cup of brewed coffee from Raghavan's tea cycle . Cleaning up the wastes of the drinks' party. Drawing water from the central pool of the mansion .
Finally, the day had started . A rush to the nearyby worker's mess and the 90A bus to Richardson & Co.
Devika was unusually crowded today.
"It is getting really hot these days" - Passenger 1 said
"The days have been really sweating too"- Passenger 2 supported
As usual, Raghu threw his usual smile and got two in return .
Sometimes, you just have to admit- "Man Halts but the Almighty Waives" . Raghu started getting worried as the sky got black. This time it was Manik Estates when the showers got on and he had no umbrella. "Swamiyeeeee" -- his eyes grew up. Destination was nearing and the crowd was drawing down. The minute hand was at 41 and it was the 9th hour of the day. The final stop was approaching and all he would get was about 4 minutes . Sometimes, the ship doesn't sink even when there is a hole. Similiar was the occasion. There was an umbrella lying on the bus floor and raghu suddenly bent to pick it up. When the minute hand was at 42 and it was still the 9th hour of the day, Raghu got kicked in butt by the conductor who started shouting chanting unauspicious words for trying to steal his umbrella.
The first bell just rang on the Mapla Manikkam and there was nothing other than deep anger and cheap feeling about oneself in the self's mind which had failed selection towards happiness.
