Everymuruga
Muruga loves to play ball in the evenings.
Sometimes Muruga stands in the stone verandah and pretends to be the king who swallowed a thousand quintals of flaming mud. Muruga eats several idlis a day, but saves just one idli for the bus ride back from school, when he crushes it into paste and rubs it on Sarala's arms. Then he scrapes off the drying lumps with his nails until her arms and eyes turn red and she brushes the back of her hand across her lips. Muruga hums the tunes from Rajini songs and occasionally spits out a word or two, drawing his mouth into a close pout and sucking in his tongue stained green by Kannan's Colour Ice. Muruga enjoys urinating on walls with posters of the thick-moustached party leader who, his father thinks, will introduce full-day water supply. Sometimes, Muruga hovers near the local liquor shop, sniffing the bulging side pockets of men with cloudy eyes and brushing against the plastic bangles of women who pass by, their calves almost visible through their sheer sarees and their mouths forever knit into convulsing circles. Muruga is also a connoisseur of communal dice, cards and bets and the occasional beedi stolen from a father's sweat-stained shirt pocket or wrested from an older brother's oily fingers in exchange for a shared lie. Muruga is a deft wicketkeeper, a slow eater, and a fast bowler. On Sundays, Muruga collects silver fish with green speckles from the local pond. On festival days, he wears his blue silk shirt. When he is in a good mood, he collects tamarind seeds and shines them on his ankles. Every day, in school, the maths teacher slaps his palm for not doing the sums rightly. Some days, Muruga takes his olive green satchel to school and fills it with broken colored chalk bits. Some days, Muruga bites into a dusty mango lying in the school grounds before rinsing it, as his mother has instructed him. Some other days, he holds it in his hand, gently squeezing its pale green skin, imagining his mother screaming as he thrusts the entire fruit into his mouth, his lips stained sticky with mud. By Ranjani Murali QLRS Vol. 14 No. 2 Apr 2015_____
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