നമുക്കൊന്നിച്ചാകാശത്തോണി നീന്താം...(Namukkonnichaakasha thoni neenthaam...)

Those days we all used to sing this song from "In Harihar Nagar". Namukkonnichaakasha thoni neenthaam... . In fact we were rowing the same boat, the boat of love, sharing and togetherness. Incidents were reeved like beads to a string, one after the other. No occasion can be termed "unforgettable" because all of them were unique, particular, perculiar and colorful. Once we travelled there, once that place, oh ! that day, oh that night, previous day of his wedding, once after the wedding party...millions of occassions blossom!
There was something called "Perunnal Friend" and we all gathered together at Ummi's house. Ummi's house was OUR place during Siblings Era. (Our memories still reside over that old house of Ummi's). We need to select our Perunal Friend and this was done by a raffle. We write our names on small chits and each Sibling gets his or her Perunal (Eid) friend, and this is a big secret. I will never know my friend until on Eid Day evening, all of them disclose their friend-names and exchange their gifts. We used to get few days in between the selection and gift-giving and those days were really wonderful. We write anonymous letters to our friend and we will get funny, secret letters in return. The postbox kept on Shally's house gate was our common letter repository. Those times, Surami used to open letter boxes and sometimes collect bunch of small and big papers for each subling. Most of the letters are funny with creativity at its peak. But we never knew we were that creative. In reality,we were becoming too close and informal.
I still remember a letter that read:
Choot Bole Kawwa Katte
Ponnu Katte Kakka Theettam!

OMG, that was the time we all laughed with nothing at heart, freely like a bird. That was enough for a laugh those times. Or, no solid, logical reasons existed for a laugh. Someone may find us foolish, but to be frank, we dont care about any one. Seriously, we dont care! We never!
For sure , those who ciriticize(d) us, did that for two reasons:
1. They never got any oppertunity to enjoy like Siblings in their life time.
2. They are Jealous.
But Siblings laughed, enjoyed, danced and jumped and reached the top of the hill and screamed
" We are on top of the world".
We were on top of our lovely world when we were together either at Melting Point, Adens, Driving together for a night-thattu-dosha, sharing the back seat of a bus going to somewhere, calling sumi by intruding Varkala Atha's telephone line, etc etc.
As we were going like that, a beautiful flower fell from a tree top upon One of the Siblings. He took it up and found that the flower represents a secret message. He passed the flower to a fellow Sibling and later found it sticking to her hair, intentionally kept. A gentle passerby guy noticed a beautiful girl with flower on hair and asked for her hand. It was going to rain and she was badly in need of a cover. The gentle guy offered her cover and shelter. She found her with the guy who offered help. She looked at him with respect and started enjoying his company. He made her a hot cup of coffee and offered her the best sleep in her life. When she woke up, she realized that she got transformed to a different being, still human (not like Gregor Samsa in Metamorphosis) lovable and kind. She liked the way she became. It was too late for her to think about other Siblings.
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things,Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal