Dad

Although he was widely respected, Luca Sarin's death was not fitting. People of different ages belonging to two or three generations of the country had to be in his classes during their high school studies. They were all proud of it. Because he was a profound scholar, Lucasar's teaching was in a strange way. It had nothing to do with the syllabus. Within five minutes of teaching a section of Kunchan Nambiar's poem titled Kalan Nidiya Kalam in the text book, Lucasar jumped to Unnai Warrier and thus to Ezhutchan, Sister Mary Baninja, Kumaranashan, P. Kunhiraman Nair route will end at Changampuzha or Niranam Kavi. Even if they get a question paper for the exam like in Sir's class, the children will not understand anything. It is not the ocean's fault that we have died after seeing the ocean! He used to take classes with an imaginary student in front of him who was a great talent. After retirement, Lucasar retreated from public life to his reading room at home. But on some evenings, when people go for a walk, they see him and stand with their heads down. Suddenly, there is a crowd in front of the toddy shop. Alumni who have become big rowdies will slide out of the way. Although it was part of the house, it was like another continent separated from the mainland. It was like a madman running through the underworld. The books were not found in order or in order. They were filled with piles upon piles and piles upon piles. After racks, cupboards and shelves, the books that had evolved into mere walls were tucked in between the answers, the scrolls and the tables. If he lay down on the armchair in the narrow space in the middle of the room, the rain and the rain umbrellas warmed him and made him happy. I don't know why, a book was tied and hung there. No one was allowed in there except an old friend who came once or twice a year. Lucazarin's wife Mariamma agonized at night thinking about that room. The Sadhvi considered it a mystery that she could not unravel in her husband's mind. It seems that they wanted to sweep that room one day before they died and put everything away and then not to be close to him. Children used to not go there since they were young, thinking that it was a place where murder or murder took place. Unwittingly, that prohibition was once broken by the wife of Lucasar's son. On the day of the wedding, full of the pampering she received on the first night, she swept the floor and finally entered the room.