I feel the distance.
When you couldn't look into my eyes,
I became a stranger.
When you are reluctant to utter a word,
I moved away.
When your silence breaks my heart,
I turned back to see
You slipped out of my sight.
I feel the distance.
When you couldn't look into my eyes,
I became a stranger.
When you are reluctant to utter a word,
I moved away.
When your silence breaks my heart,
I turned back to see
You slipped out of my sight.
I haven't blogged in exactly a week. Even though it hasn't been a long time, the last week has been hell for me, and even though I'm feeling a little better now, I'll need to stay on meds for a few more days to treat my UTI.
It starts with a mild cold and progresses to a nightmare on the 21st night. The next day, it gradually turned into a slight fever, followed by urinary irritation and frequent urination. It was unmistakably a sign of a UTI (urinary tract infection). I had already taken an antibiotic for a cold, thinking it would help, but as it worsened, my father went to the doctor and was prescribed medication.
Perhaps I should have caught a cold from my 8-month-old nephew, Kavin, who was sneezing around, and the UTI has boarded along. In 2020, during the COVID period, I experienced a similar effect that lasted more than a week and required five injections to get rid of the infection.
Our doctor wasn't in the city this time, but dad called him and got me medicine on his advice and took a urine culture test to determine the infection. The lab test took three days to complete, and the doctor arrived on the same day to prescribe different medications and three injections. I finished one today and have two more on hold. The injection location on my waist has gotten uncomfortable, and the other two have made me nervous.
The previous week has been indescribable. When my urine became purple in a few instances, I knew it was a severe infection, and I knew it wasn't an easy pass like the urine itself. I'm hoping to feel better soon, and I couldn't concentrate on anything because my thoughts were preoccupied with the difficulties of pissing. My frequent urination has also produced challenges for my parents, who are my primary source of assistance in my daily life. For both, life becomes stressful. I hope things return to normalcy soon.
I will check the blogs sooner.
On June 3rd, they shut off the access to the road from our house, allowing only a plank to pass through the hole excavated for the replacement stormwater drain. For about 3 weeks, I couldn't leave the house, and the construction work has been moving at a snail's pace, with the sidewalls of the drain still not poured with concrete.
Our row of residences has commercial shops, including my cousin's bike service station and uncle's garage, that are inaccessible by cars due to rotten planks. The pit extends to the bottom of our elevator. Thankfully, they didn't touch its earth, and we had a keen eye on it the entire time the excavator dug the hole.
It is a project taken up by the Chennai corporation to line up stormwater drains throughout the city before the start of the northeast monsoon in October. Although it would be a long-term solution and crucial for flood prevention, many of the neighborhood's roads are currently in this phase, and the residents are experiencing the same difficulty.
They had only just begun work on our street, and they hadn't even completed a 100-foot section of the drain in the previous three weeks. Based on the rate at which they work, it must take at least two months to fix our street's stormwater drain, which was installed 35 years ago. My mother used to say that when I was a kid, I yearned to step foot into the hole they excavated for the first time. I don't remember, but we used to walk back from school on the platform over the stormwater drain.
I'm hoping they built at least the piece of us that was dug in a week, and we, too, need to work on masonry and modify the elevator before I'm hoisted down and moved out. Until it's home, and this hasn't caused any difference in my life, it's almost homebound. COVID has already cut two years off our lives, and this month isn't going to be any different.
வெண்மேகம் தவிர்த்து.
கோடை விடுமுறை கடந்து
திங்கள் முதல் பள்ளிகள்...
சிறுவர்கள் மறந்தே போன
வாழ்வை வண்ணமாக்கிய பட்டம் (காத்தாடி).
மாஞ்சா எனும் அரக்கன்
கழுத்தை அறுத்ததால்
பட்டம் விடும் பழக்கம்
பறந்தே சென்றது நம்மை விட்டு.
அண்ணாந்து பார்த்த காலம்
பல வண்ண பட்டம்
வானில் இட்ட வட்டம்.
சூரியன் பல்லை இளித்தாலும்
வெக்கை பொருட்படுத்தாமல்
மொட்டைமாடியில் நின்று விட்ட பட்டம்
ஒரு கனவு போல் இன்று
குறை கூற இயலாது
காலத்தின் மாற்றம்,
இருந்தாலும் ஏமாற்றம்.
The sky is empty
except for the white cloud.
Summer break has come to an end
On Monday, classes began
The boys had forgotten
Kites in vibrant colors.
A demon named Manja.
Because of the neck slit
Kite-flying customs
fled away from us.
The time spent looking up
Kites with multiple colors
circled the sky.
Even with the sun shining on its teeth,
Regardless of how hot it is,
standing on the terrace to leave a kite.
Today feels like a dream.
It is impossible to criticize the situation.
Change of time
It was, however, a letdown.
FYI, flying kites is prohibited in most of the cities in our state following many incidents of neck slits by the special thread used for flying the kite. The thread goes through treatment of strengthening, which uses glass and iron particles so that it can cut off other kites. When such kites float in the air or the thread comes off, it slits the necks of those who ride bikes. So the government has banned flying or selling kites in order to stop those incidents.
They got a large remote control Jeep for his birthday, and he was invited to the venue by putting him in the seat. To our surprise, he remained quiet and pleasant during the event, but he was ecstatic when everyone fed him cake after his parents assisted him in cutting the cake.
They bought a double-layered cake with his name written on a chocolate bar facing the guest and a candle in the shape of a lotus that blooms when lit. I'm glad the event was held on the ground floor since it made it easier for me to attend. I went close to the stage to see what was happening, and it was a modest and pleasant gathering. We had mutton biriyani and veg-biryani for dinner, but it was too spicy, and I limited myself.
You can see Kavin (bro's son) in a red hat, watching the happening. |