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Kariappa House
The night walk was on and I felt something annoying in the trouser. A puppy, little one nodding the tail. First I winked at her and astonishingly she winked. I twicked my face and she did it. I uttered 'meaon', she did 'bhowh'. With love and spontaneous reaction I picked up her and watched vigilantly - it's a Indie-Pariah.
A move in the shadow made me cautious. I saw the owner of the puppy. He said - hi and I with a hello.
It was early night, cloudy and sea breeze was flowing through like a caution and we begin our talk.
- you are from?
- Netherland
- you?
smilingly I replied - owner of this guest house.
His first reaction was - wonderful but need less palm tree. These trees are creating sound inside the room. So I came down wit this puppy. I picked up from nearby store as a remembrance of this city. I had another one but died of disease.
Being a lady I could smell the presence of purity in man. I earned it in childhood. A strange story and after that I rarely speak to man as I got to know the greed of flesh on their mind. This fellow seems to be different. His presence making me feel better after a long time. I asked politely - what is your profession?
- a bird watcher. I write books and work a little for international magazines.
- Oh, so you are successful in your profession.
He agrees with hesitation. After an hour of talk we parted to our room with an agreement of breakfast together in the Cafè.
Before leaving he asked - your name?
- Zenthil.
- meaning?
- no meaning. My granny used to call me and put this name in school.
Next morning I arrived a bit late but with makeup. I don't know why but felt like to be with him the breakfast. He was wearing a spec might be thicker than normal, but the gray tone reminding me a special person whom I spent almost a year in this premise. I feel sad for him but I have no regrets.
With a sunny gesture I wished - hi
And he stood up to welcome me. In our three hour talk we had been in Europe, African countries and a part of Asia Pacific. His knowledge always puts you in revere. Before getting up he said - I am extending my dates.
I turned my head with a smiling face like a rose of love and sweetly said - happy to hear it. This is how our love life starting for which I was asking for. What you can expect from life more instead of a nice life partner. I sweetly said - I am honoured.
The next morning our life became uneasy with an annoying incident, a tourist was killed by electrical hazards. For the first time I had to face Police but the Birdwatcher handled the situation with ease. His clairvoyance made me comfortable. And I thanked God for sending him as a blessing. By night we called electrical supervisor and did a thorough check. Our life seemed to be safe after a day, but police requested us not to leave the premise till forensic is done. The dead one had two family members and we had to support them.
In the evening the birdwatcher, Dennis said it seemed abnormal to see their face as I haven't seen any loss on their face.
I stared at him and said - are you sure?
He affirmed and rejects my doubt. He added - last two days I was getting a wrong thought in my mind. I don't know the reason but it happens when I get bored of something.
- mean?
- I was writing for a magazine and feeling poachers are targeting me. It happened earlier as well. So many technology has been derived by new-gen scientist!
He ends with a despair, grief and despondence.
A phone call from Police alarmed me about his presence. The young inspector cautiously repeated in a low tone - Madam Mr Dennis is a VIP guest at your place from Netherland. He needs special protection as I am informed from higher authority. In India Porcher activities have increased, so he is called by an agency. He has an unique method to reduce hunting. Can we keep one or two as undercover at your place, else you need to be extra cautious.
I sweetly replied - I know all these. I am feeling good with his accompany and planning to be a life partner of him. So, no need to worry. And then I danced in front of my big mirror. The FM channel was playing a love song -

A little beer with a flesh
burning stomach
filling a cake,
loving baby, loving you
sweetly sweety kissing you...


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