Paramasivan kaluthil irunthu pambu kettathu lyrics

The legs that gifted you with medal in your fifth grade running race were swollen like balloons now. The left arm which pulled the huge rod everyday to start the auto didnвЂ™t cooperate with you for 12 months, worse, it hurt you. The hands that drove an auto for 35 years to feed us, to educate, and to provide a dignified life were swollen for fourteen days. The hard working body that you believed in did not support you anymore. Did your 30% functioning heart scream that you wouldnвЂ™t be able to hold my fragile palms after few days? Even after being drugged with high dosage of dopamine your body deceived you. You couldnвЂ™t communicate through words but the warmth of your palms spoke to me. You yearned to breathe freely without an external support but the ventilator loved you so much that it was removed only after your pulse stopped. Your mouth was stuffed with ventilator pipe for fourteen days. JohnвЂ™s, sniffing the phenol smell, entered the MICU and landed near bed number 1653 with all the strength that was left in us to give you hope of survival though we already knew you will leave us permanently in a couple of days. We walked down the clean corridors of St. The memory box opens your 54th chapter like a thunderstorm. IвЂ™m staring at the laptop screen not knowing from which chapter of your life to recollect.

You would have turned 55 on the 13th April 2020.

Even before it enters, I know what it wishes to say. It hits me hard like a hammer and struggles to penetrate into my rusted skull to communicate.

The siren of the ambulance haunts me even today. JohnвЂ™s Hospital but you returned home as a dead man on the 29th August 2019. We took you in the ambulance as Krishnamurthy to St. IвЂ™m writing this after eight months of your departure.

Paramasivan kaluthil irunthu pambu kettathu lyrics