Thanks Kavipriya Moorthy, the author of ‘I Don’t Wear Sunscreen’ for pulling me out of the passive reading trap, where i have been stuck for a set of months in a row, with a gripping piece of work.
‘I don’t wear sunscreen‘ is a satisfying read with a sprinkle of surprises allover. The story revolves around a girl named Laksha and captures her life spanning from sweet sixteen till her mid twenties, and portrays a clear shot into a girl’s emotional bliss and battles.
While running through the first few pages of the book I felt like having guessed every next move of the characters, but the author had knocked off my ego with a rain of punches in the further pages, where i witnessed a unanticipated plot end. I believe the book’s highlight is its simplicity and elegance; thanks to the appropriate vocabulary. And the setbacks are the plot’s abrupt end and the frequent intrapersonal-communications. I fell in love with the book’s title when i knew the reason behind it through the book. However, I would really suggest the book for readers and it’s really a good read.
Author Kavipriya Moorthy whom I fondly call ‘Kavi’ is a business analyst, blogger, creative and fun filled personality, and most importantly my Paasa Malar – Thangachi. ‘I don’t wear sunscreen‘ is her first book and I am all excited about her next book which is in progress. Along with you my reader, I wish Kavi a very great writing journey and good luck.
I have always felt becoming one with the love of your life is a remarkably special thing. I was lucky enough to get united with my love, the June of this year. Mine was a super thriller love, since her dad is a stunt man in Film industry everyone who knew me used to warn me or plead saying “Machi don’t take my name anywhere in your love matter”. Somehow I pulled up all the courage that I had and approached her parents and got them convinced. We started our married life with a billion dreams. We were spending every moment like we were in a fairyland, till the 9th day of our married life.
My father met with a terrible accident incurring brain injuries, by the time I was in Kerala for honeymoon. We had rush and catch a plane to reach Chennai. It took 20+ days for my dad to show signs of consciousness. Meantime, we had to shuttle him between 3 different hospitals to bring him to safe zone. On the 30th day of my married life, when we were sighing with a bit of relief from the all the chaos, we had an even more terrible hit awaiting. We had to lose my brother’s life which made my family collapse catastrophically, especially my Mom who was the spine of our family. As a continuum, fear and guilt shadowed the family, we had to shut our family business. Fear and guilt took a great toll on my mom and sister’s physical and mental health; the shut of business threw us in a financial crunch.
My better half was by side with all her dreams collapsed and having no strength to take further hits. I too was at the verge of getting broke. Luckily I had a few people to share things, which I never used to do. One such friend, Suresh Balachandar introduced me two lines of words from one of his favorite books. Those two lines made a remarkable difference in the way I perceived the situation, it gave me enough strength to step a further mile. It pushed me to carry my family with immense hope.
We as a family are slowly recovering now, and I still have those two lines from the book ‘Puyalile Oru Thoni’ pinned on my table and mind.
“There isn’t a distance which cannot be crossed or a burden which cannot be carried”. (Note : Tried translating the two lines of hope)
What causes this obsession!
Pits of my past?
Thoughts of my mind?
Race of the hormones?
Blood through my heart?
Paints of your image?
or World in your eyes!?
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The days of our lives
Are the infinite pieces
From a busted cracker.
Putting them together
Makes no difference.
While scattered across,
it is one hell of a show!
Still we try to bind them together
To understand it
To make some sense
To predict it
Even secretly to,
From literates to
Illiterates, we all
Try to do this maths.
To learn it
To master it
To escape it.
Scientists like to learn
Dimensions of time.
To analyse the past
To measure the present
to travel the future.
I don’t know to end this one
as I haven’t seen it yet.
Maybe there is no ending
or when there is the ending,
I wont be there to write it.
For now, let me say
The cat is not killed in this
world I live.
or is it!?
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How can I express this pain inside me!
It is not a pain which I can show through a wound
May be I can try telling the situation which causes it.
But the pain that got triggered,
Will it be the same for two different beings?
It is not like a cut, which will inflict the same pain
They might cope up, I might not;
I might cope up, they might not.
They say, “why don’t you Art it!?”
yes,I can. I can art it.
I might get praising for such an art
I may get, “real” “yeah me too” words
But does it make the pain any lesser?
Does it make the pain well endured?
How can I describe the pain!
The pain, which is never the same
at any given two seconds
That pain that is no where to be found
but exists always in the void.
Pic The scream