Major Road Block ... need to be cleared
Ten or more pages came out of this keyboard fast and smooth. Then the block - a block not yet cleared, even after so many years. It was, and still pricking me from the bottom of my heart. This has to be cleared.
I thought of writing the rest of our journey without mentioning this incident. But that is impossible. There is no story without Krishnan - our beloved Krishnakumar.
Krishnan was unique. In all respects. He was an ex-Keltron employee. He was an artist of all forms, even in wiring thousands of small cables inside equipment cabinets.
About 6 feet tall with masculine figure, ever smiling, cracking jokes and always gaining attention. He wore light brown leather shoes and used to drive a Bullet motor bike with a red-colored insulation tape pasted on the rear licence plate. I used to be his pinion rider and at several occassions we recieved admiring looks and special treatment, thinking he was a police officer.
We never felt anything unusual until the disaster struck. One morning, the fine morning we pulled our first cabie at Pala, the news broke, Krishnan is no more. He took his own life without leaving a trail.
Adieu our beloved Krishna... Pranaam.
Ten or more pages came out of this keyboard fast and smooth. Then the block - a block not yet cleared, even after so many years. It was, and still pricking me from the bottom of my heart. This has to be cleared.
I thought of writing the rest of our journey without mentioning this incident. But that is impossible. There is no story without Krishnan - our beloved Krishnakumar.
Krishnan was unique. In all respects. He was an ex-Keltron employee. He was an artist of all forms, even in wiring thousands of small cables inside equipment cabinets.
About 6 feet tall with masculine figure, ever smiling, cracking jokes and always gaining attention. He wore light brown leather shoes and used to drive a Bullet motor bike with a red-colored insulation tape pasted on the rear licence plate. I used to be his pinion rider and at several occassions we recieved admiring looks and special treatment, thinking he was a police officer.
We never felt anything unusual until the disaster struck. One morning, the fine morning we pulled our first cabie at Pala, the news broke, Krishnan is no more. He took his own life without leaving a trail.
Adieu our beloved Krishna... Pranaam.
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