Friendships

 It was time for Satna to leave the house. He house was right behind the school. The school was a nineteenth-century structure, built primarily in the vision of German evangelists. After a while, the school became a great foundation and there is also a comparative school in the north of the state. Satna and her peopl lived in the place of the teachers. There are many teachers in this place. This is called the mission compound. Here, my friend Pradeep stayed with his father, mother and his two brothers. I spent most of my time at Pradeep's house

because he was my classmate in the fourth standard when we were all taught by Madam Rugmini. Rugmini's teacher was incredibly affectionate to the students. I saw her even after leaving school. The people of ..Satna were instructors. They will come to class after crossing the ground. It was a football field. A fence of shrubs separated the soil from the residential buildings. From time to time we will play. It was later that I ended up becoming a better player. It was after we moved to NGO Quarters and the club secretary, a distant relative, started to improve the club. He introduced new things with the club. He had football and prepared the ground for the games. We, the children, will play in the evening after cloning by the school. The walk around the school was long. There was an ashram of a saint. There is a small ice cream factory after the Post office. There is a slope and we will walk further to reach a passage where a little man with the body of an old man and the ways of speaking of a child will welcome us. Then, further down, we will pass the rice field crossing point. There was a small stream on the path, another climb and a row of tamarind trees. The bus arrived at the frequency of one hour. Likewise, from now on, the back of the neighborhood and its toilets, which of course we have not removed, but an old man who needed the help of the housekeeper at the beginning of the day. Pradeep then changed house and his neighbor was a family of two brothers and sisters, two singers. Pradeep's father worked in a sewing machine company that was on his way to college.  My father had a good quality library, mostly books in Malayalam, because he did not know English and he also liked his mother tongue.  He even sat down late at night and read if sleep escaped him.  He was favored by the talent of falling asleep anywhere when he was traveling. Sometimes he slept the whole trip, despite the fact that it was daylight, and he was the least worried if his luggage was lost. But nothing like that has happened.