November 17th, 1964
Today I am going to tell Maria what I feel for her. That from the age of eight itself all I used to wait for was her eyes peeking at me or her voice resounding my ears.
Today I am going to tell her that I want her to be with me for the rest of my life.
I surely am.
November 18th, 1964
Yes! I told you man, she will accept me! And smile while doing so!
Now all that I need to do is be something. Or as she said, “Do something that brings a roof over our head. Or else my father is not going to accept you. At all.”
Conditions applied..! Lets see what can I do!
December 18th, 1964
Hey! Finally got the job as the helper to our local railway signal man. I hope that is good enough, for I really want her with me all my life.
December 22nd, 1964
If all goes, tomorrow I am gonna take the ring with me when I go meet her father. He needs to know that I can keep her safe and happy, and that I am serious.
Bought the ring from rameswaram this evening, just waiting for the morning to come!
The weather’s rough, but my life is gonna be smooth as silk from the morning!
Night of 22-23rd December, 1964. A super cyclonic storm struck the Pamban Island and the small fisher town of Dhanushkodi. The cyclone washed away the town and an Indian railways passenger train, killing everyone on board. A few survived. Just a handful.
This is not their tale.
This tale is of the one who did not survive.
Told more than fifty years later.