Monday, September 23, 2013

Kannan-N-Kaadal

Those were the last words from an ex-colleague,an endearing personality who did not look handsome but was refined ,a good listener..Kannan was his name.If at all there was something despicable in his appearance...his ever erupting pimples and well-oiled hair.He kept towing my footsteps during lunch time or sometimes barged into any restaurant where he knew he would find me in the company of my friends or even when with my husband.But my husband never felt offended.Kannan was like a lost soul in a big city like Mumbai.Then one fine day......latter half..looked morose and handed a piece of paper, a copy of his resignation letter."I'm leaving Reshmi.."Tears welled up his eyes."Oh So where do you go" I quipped. "to Trichy... to marry & work for my to-be-wife's father in his supermarket".I was quite overjoyed to hear that but Kannan didn't seem excited.He left after we in the office gave him a farewell party.Three months later Kannan returned to Mumbai...guess why?
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