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The White Shirt (To Vinayakan, cine actor) I set out to buy a white shirt. The man in the shop took out two-three white shirts together and put them down before me. It’s Rs.1050/- This shirt fits you well. For this one? Rs.800/- It’s good, too. That one? Rs.450/- All are smashing! Aren’t there anything costing less? In the range of 150--200? An odd expression on his face. Is there? There is, but… An odd kind of laughter on his face… Where is that white shirt? It’s not here. It’s there. Near that flower shop. In that corner. There’s some problem with his smile. What? Sir, its what the dead wear! Aha Because it’s cheaper, those who wear that Will die before their death? Will those who were the more expensive white shirts, live even if they are dead? Will the dead come alive, if they were more and more expensive shirts? The dead white shirt And the non-dead white shirt Hung before me. Finally, I bought a black shirt. What’s it’s price? No. I don’t like to tell you. Kuzhur Wilson Translated by: A.J. Thomas.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
kuzhur
The White Shirt
The White Shirt (To Vinayakan, cine actor) I set out to buy a white shirt. The man in the shop took out two-three white shirts together and put them down before me. It’s Rs.1050/- This shirt fits you well. For this one? Rs.800/- It’s good, too. That one? Rs.450/- All are smashing! Aren’t there anything costing less? In the range of 150--200? An odd expression on his face. Is there? There is, but… An odd kind of laughter on his face… Where is that white shirt? It’s not here. It’s there. Near that flower shop. In that corner. There’s some problem with his smile. What? Sir, its what the dead wear! Aha Because it’s cheaper, those who wear that Will die before their death? Will those who were the more expensive white shirts, live even if they are dead? Will the dead come alive, if they were more and more expensive shirts? The dead white shirt And the non-dead white shirt Hung before me. Finally, I bought a black shirt. What’s it’s price? No. I don’t like to tell you. Kuzhur Wilson Translated by: A.J. Thomas.
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Was crossing the road It is not like crossing anything else A Trailer Might partition into pieces Or a Hummer, In a second, make one a nonentity Or a tin can of a vehicle Take away your hand or leg. Even if your last wish, In case you have to die in an automobile crash, Is that it should be the red lancer car you are very fond of, Which court will listen? On the other side of the road, there is a neem tree Its dark green leaves are visible. No, cannot see the bitterness, But it is possible it is. I have to cross the road. Then I have to stand a bit under the green on the other side Those birds have to run away (no, not fly!) And come back just the way they went. What then? It is, after all, the road that was crossed, Which is something! While crossing the road, came a Trailer Whose driver was a Tamilian A Hummer came, In which there was a father, his friend, Mother and two kids The kid was singing loudly The friend was thinking about his girl friend A rickety old tin can of a vehicle too came It was full of wine bottles For the next century What then? Trailer was divided into many pieces Hummer made one a nonentity in a second The old vehicle took away two hands, one leg, and two ears. Now the one who looks this way from the other side: Is it the one who reached the other side, Or the one who was standing here, Or the one who crossed the road, Or the one who has to return?
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
kuzhur
The crossing
Was crossing the road It is not like crossing anything else A Trailer Might partition into pieces Or a Hummer, In a second, make one a nonentity Or a tin can of a vehicle Take away your hand or leg. Even if your last wish, In case you have to die in an automobile crash, Is that it should be the red lancer car you are very fond of, Which court will listen? On the other side of the road, there is a neem tree Its dark green leaves are visible. No, cannot see the bitterness, But it is possible it is. I have to cross the road. Then I have to stand a bit under the green on the other side Those birds have to run away (no, not fly!) And come back just the way they went. What then? It is, after all, the road that was crossed, Which is something! While crossing the road, came a Trailer Whose driver was a Tamilian A Hummer came, In which there was a father, his friend, Mother and two kids The kid was singing loudly The friend was thinking about his girl friend A rickety old tin can of a vehicle too came It was full of wine bottles For the next century What then? Trailer was divided into many pieces Hummer made one a nonentity in a second The old vehicle took away two hands, one leg, and two ears. Now the one who looks this way from the other side: Is it the one who reached the other side, Or the one who was standing here, Or the one who crossed the road, Or the one who has to return?
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