The Dancing Waters

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It all seemed to make sense now, the black cape that made Chandrahasan seem like a hooded creature, the seeds from the grass at Bomanchery on Saru’s sari, the look of anger that was in fact not directed at him but rather Chandrahasan for being absent from the fields the evening he was entertaining him and Chinnan; Kannan was disgusted as he realized that his mother and Chandrahasan were the alleged ghost lovers of the Bomanchery fields. He now wished he had not learnt this shameful truth, the truth about his mother’s infidelity.

“So I’ve been suffering for your sins” he said accusingly.

Saru did not reply but began to cry.

“And to think that I loved you so much once. You cast me aside so that you can live an unscrupulous life, you are the reason why my Chinnan died and you made me look like his murderer all these years, when it is you who really caused it all. And not once did it occur to come and see me in prison. Do you know how much that would have meant to me? How much everything else would have not mattered. If you had told me to believe it was my mistake then I would have.” said Kannan in fury.

Saru began to cry uncontrollably, how could she tell him of the many times she reached till the gates of the reform school only to be frozen by guilt and pain to face her son. She knew if she took one look at him she would end up confessing everything and the picture of her ailing father, the debtors knocking on the door ready to confiscate their property would flash before her eyes.

“And you waited for father to leave to confess this to me, you selfish woman.”

“Please don’t say that. I told your father the truth the day you went missing. We never spoke to each other again and lived like strangers in the same house. He waited in the hope that you would return some day, and having finally given up wrote a will putting all his wealth in your name and left” said Saru.

“Maybe I will leave you all the money so that you can buy yourself a conscience” mocked Kannan angrily.

“Don’t say that son, please” pleaded Saru.

“I don’t see the point of spending another moment in this house that is filled with the sins of your lust, lies and infidelity. I shall not even return to see your dead body,” saying which he stormed into his room to get his knapsack.

Just as he was leaving Saru called out, “Son just one moment, I’ve something for you. It is the last letter O.G wrote to you from his death bed. He asked me to give it to you if you ever came down to Nellur. And one last thing, I wronged you unintentionally but know this, I have not loved anything or anyone more than you. Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do” said Saru, her voice choking with tears as she saw the hatred in her son’s eyes.

Kannan snatched the envelope from Saru’s hands and walked of saying not another word or bearing any emotion towards his mother. On reaching the kadavu, he found that all the boats had retired for the day and the next boat trip was possible only the next day. Perhaps god wanted him to spend another day in Nellur. He decided to spend the night at Pisharadi Mansion.

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