Nurungukal...contd...

                As I descended the steps of Anoth Hall a set of faces appeared on both sides of the walls. On my left there were some girls inquisitively glancing at me and their giggles made me shy. On the right a few boys were enjoying in their pranks. But  my mind was fully engaged otherwise,hence could not respond to their gestures. On the way to the station we took stock of the situation and decided to proceed further. On reaching Madras I informed mother about the details and requested her to go ahead. She was pleased very much.

             In the train I rewound the events of the day several time , just to derive a pleasure of a cud. The sleep was evading me each time I tried. I remembered the famous simile about Dhushiand after meeting Shakunthala in the hermitage. Although his body was moving forward, his mind was speeding back like the fluttering of a flag carried against a wind. The poet was at his best when he visualised the situation. In the train carrying me to Madras, I was also in a similar state of mind.....