“Krishna, I am melting,
Melting, melting
Nothing remains
But you”
One face that kept coming to my mind last week was Madhavikutty’s! A beaming smile, passionate eyes, child-like talk – That was Kamaladas – Kamala Surayya - Kerala’s own Madhavikutty!
Pranamangal!
She was a soul who was so passionate and so hungry for love, and it was very obvious in every word she wrote. She was in love with the concept of ‘Unconditional Love’. Her ‘love for freedom’ made her different from many other writers. Of course, she was the best-loved writer to her true readers and an attractive woman by all standards! Her works, charged with emotions and beautified with wonderful imagery won her an unforgettable and irreplaceable place in the world of literature.
But to Mallus, who didn’t realize the true genius in her, she was a writer who wrote about love and lust. But she was always true to herself, unlike many of the so-called literary icons. She was never pretentious and did not try to hide her weaknesses.
Just love her for what she was!
Pranamangal!
She was a vine with beautiful flowers, creeping up the branch of her choice. Unfortunately, her roots were in a farmland, where crops of hypocrites grew uniformly. Everybody envied the vine's freedom, but nobody had the guts to be like her.
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