OUR HOUSE

The green hills and rice fields, water gushing forth through streams, foaming and frothing,

Bright sunshine, cool breeze tickling the bamboo that swings and sings,

In a language known only to Him, what else do I need?

The cuckoo calling its mate, vines weighed down with grapes, swaying gracefully,

With plenty of friends, what else do I need?

The original poem composed by poet G.Sankarakurup, was in our Malaylam text book for second standard and I liked it very much. I have taken some liberty in clothing it in English language which I hope, has not totally disfigured it.

Well, our house under construction is situated in the idyllic setting described by the poet. It is a modest house, even by our Indian standard, with just two bed rooms. As it is the land’s end, with rice fields which become a lake in rainy season, it is the quietest place you can ever come across.

There is a Sastha temple just a minute’s walk towards the West and a large pond where people come to take bath.The rail line from Shoranur to Kochi, runs through the middle of the fields in the East.

We hope to shift to the new house in September.