KESHU 🖤

We rarely talk.

He used to call me thrice daily 

Last semester.

But now he cut short the calls he gave me 

Not just me, he stopped calling ppl

I could know why,

I choose not to.

Maybe because deep down I know.

But he called me on 25 th of Feb

I couldn't pick up.

I called him back on 26 th nigh.

Like I'm some busy sh*t

Which I'm not.

Usually I get bored during our conversations (sorry)

But this time, I think he was bored talking with me.

He sounded like an energetic young boy

And I was talking like a lethargic granny cat.

He talked about his mother. 

In present tense.

He said that she is dark skinned

And she loves kids a lot.

I felt as if she's alive and living with us.

Our people live on through our memories.

(Please don't stop talking about your favourite ppl)

So Vivid were his memories about his mother.

An 80+ son talking about his passed mum

Like he's 5 years old.

As if he's still petrified 

of her beatings with a plant leaf 

when he finds himself in a pickle.

Keshu also said he'll take me to the 

new book fair in thrissur and pick up some books

He also said he'll gimme sm money (Happy happy)

I think my artistic genes came from him- 

An eloquent singer, consistent reader 

and enjoys art like no one I've ever seen.