Pudhu Vellai Mazhai - An ode to love !

This post is best read with the song playing in your mind or on your computer :-)



The warmth of his skin tugged at her eyelids. He was leading her to a new path, a new experience, a new life and most importantly with him by her side. She could feel his breath on her neck. He was taking his hands away from her eyelids. They begged them to stay – her eyelids. They wanted the warmth of his skin – the tingling feeling!


But what Roja – the 18 year old from Sundarapandiapuram saw next, was a sight to kill for! The sight of the snow clad mountains clearly excited the girl in her. The man who stood next to her excited the woman in her! Rishi!  She bit her lips as the snow bit her flesh. She looked at him with as much awe as she looked at the sight in front of her!


இங்கு சொல்லாத இடம் கூடக் குளிர்கின்றது
மனம் சூடான இடம் தேடி அலைகின்றது



Rishi, the man who she hated, just days ago, Rishi who she wanted to stay away from days ago – broke the glass wall between them and with it her ego! It was only as strong as the snow flakes in their hands!
As he reached out to her hair, with snow flakes on them like pearl drops she trembled. She looked away. He held her closer and tugged her gently – with it, the strings of her heart! Her insides churned as he inched closer

பெண் இல்லாத ஊரிலே அடி ஆண் பூக்கேட்பதில்லை
பெண் இல்லாத ஊரிலே கொடிதான் பூப்பூப்பதில்லை




He smiled at her and rested his head on her lap. He immersed in her love as she ruffled his hair gently. Love – it gets you and when it does it hits really hard! She just closed her eyes and let herself be immersed in it. Now she inched closer and closer and nibbled his earlobes. The warmth of her breath , the scent of her hair and the smile on her lips!

இது கம்பன் பாடாத சிந்தனை உந்தன் காதோடு யார் சொன்னது?




As she gestured to him to huddle closer on the boat, the sky turned scarlet. They saw a reflection of their togetherness on the lake! Rishi’s heartbeat made her blush. She was no more a girl of 18 from a small village in Tirunelveli. She was Mrs. Rishi. She was his.

நீ அணைக்கின்ற வேளையில் உயிர்ப் பூ திடுக்கென்று மலரும்
நீ வெடுக்கென்று ஒடினால் உயிர்ப் பூ சருகாக உலரும்




The feeling made her fall hopelessly in love with his charm. She wanted to hold him closer. She saw a future of love, passion and warmth with him. He kissed her and she let the feeling sink in

இரு கைகள் தீண்டாத பெண்மையை உன் கண்கள் பந்தாடுதோ?
மலர் மஞ்சம் சேராத பெண்ணிலா என் மார்போடு வந்தாடுதோ?





She tugged at his chest and the only thing she could hear was their labored breaths – her heart pounding!   Little did she know that it was her last moment of peace for months to come. Little did she know that his scent would haunt her with his memories. Little did she know that the striped sweater that she was clutching was about to be her only companion in days to come.
She smiled and pursed her lips, drifting off to a peaceful sleep in his arms!

-- D

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  1. s()ms!eJanuary 17, 2018 at 10:41 PM

    Awesome write up!! Loved your descriptive writing style ❤️ Way to go!! Keep me posted on more of thalaivARR song write ups!! 😍🤗

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