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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Haunting Mystery of Kollihills(Hills of the Ghosts)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sallied out for the first time in 1980<br>with my friend, skillful to cut jokes, <br>on a sinuous road with curves and bends<br>to Kollihills well known for herbs and rills.<br>When the bus rolled down a little<br>and crawled up on a hair-pin bend, <br>we were speechless with fear-laid eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were off the bus at noon<br>and looked at the way down<br>leading to the famous water-falls.<br>“ Shall I come with you? ”-a fair lady<br>of our age in a sable sari <br>and a bunch of jasmine on her head<br>asked and smiled at us.<br>We looked at each other and grinned: <br>“ Oh, you’re welcome” <br>We put on frills to our speech<br>and queried if she wasn’t feared.<br>Smiles were her silent answer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“ There are no secure footholds, <br>you take my hand”, we both yelled<br>and stretched our hands in glee.<br>“ He is like your brother. Don’t worry.<br>Hasn’t your husband come? ”<br>Before I finished my words, <br>my well-built friend eyed me with shock<br>and gave of fraternal fumes.<br>But the charmer began to cry<br>and shed scalding tears.<br>I put a salve somehow on her hurt heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The precipices failed to alarm us<br>as we were sailing in the sky.<br>“Look! The monkeys screech”, <br>I tried to divert her mind.<br>But she never looked up at the trees.<br>We felt that our knees were breaking<br>and gasped for speech.<br>But she was hoping down with ease.<br>We’re thrilled by the shrill sounds of birds<br>but she had no ears for them.<br>When we got a peep at the falls<br>that was pouring down from sky high hills, <br>we cried cheers to all.<br>But she wasn’t stirred a bit.<br>My friend rushed to have a bath<br>And I let loose my flowery speech<br>but found hard to enter into <br>the sanctum of her heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“ You too go and come back soon.<br>I’ve to hurry up to meet my lover”, <br>when she spoke unfalteringly<br>I ran to dip and clean my mind.<br>When we were climbing up, <br>we worshipped an idol on the way, <br>but she kept away seeing somewhere.<br>“ Sister, you seem to be rational”, <br>when I blabbered slowly, <br>my friend bobbed his head<br>and whispered: “ You poor sap! ”.<br>For us, it was a long pull to the top of the hills, <br>but she wasn’t the least tired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We called her to have some drinks. <br>She refused and sat on a rock.<br>We went and sipped some herbal drinks<br>and turned up soon to see the rock blank.<br>When we were looking here and there, <br>the shopkeeper smiled and said: <br>“ Oh, you search that lady, <br>you can’t find her again; <br>She came here a decade back with her lover<br>but she was left alone to roam here.<br>She appears here at noon to visit the falls, <br>but not found anywhere afterwards”.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were shocked to hear his words<br>and sauntered towards the bus waiting.<br>When I visited again the Kollihills and falls<br>with new friends of new schools, <br>climbing down or up was easier for me, <br>for I was carrying her in my mind<br>till I left the mysterious hills, <br>where the souls of the sages of Siddha cult<br>said to be roaming to save people from the ghosts.<br> ----<br>Note: It is in Namakkal District, TamilNadu, India.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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with my friend, skillful to cut jokes, 
on a sinuous road with curves and bends
to Kollihills well known for herbs and rills.
When the bus rolled down a little
and crawled up on a hair-pin bend, 
we were sp..."></div>
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