“Welcome, hearty welcome. come in please. There, on the wall is Yesu, our Kartha ; here on the table is your rosary. There on the left is your bed room and here on the right is your wash basin.–bye the by when are you returning ?”
“Damn with your ‘here’ and there’. Tell me where is my son.
Tell me who you are. Tell me, before I enter my son’s house, who are you to ask when I would be returning ?”
“Will tell you, Sir.
I’m Ramu’s mom and–”
“Hei, stop there. No more telling business. I will tell now. I’m Ramu’s dad and how dare you to tell me that you are my wife?”
“You, my hubby? No, Sir. I never said so. But I’m Ramu’s mom”
“But how, how, how, without you being my wife?”
“Ramu calls me ‘mom”
“Many boys and girls call me ‘dad’. You mean to say that I am their dad ?”
“How do I know? That is your problem”
“Tell me at least, where is my daughter in law Rohini ?”
“Rosi is your daughter in law now and not Rohini. I am Rosi’s mother”
“I refuse to accept; tell me where is Rohini?”
“If you refuse to accept, it is your problem and if Rohini is not here it is her problem”
“Tell me honestly why did Ramu marry Rosi, when she was already married to Rohini?”
“How do I know ? That is his problem”
“Every one has a problem here except you, I guess”
“Wrong, Sir. I too have a problem-You here when Ramu, there— where, I don’t know”
“God, my God, where are you?”
“There Sir, on the wall and your rosary -”
“Yesunathar pesinaal avar enna pesuvaar?” She sings.
“Yesunathar pesinaal avar enna pesuvaar ?” He too sings!