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Vaikom Muhammad Basheer Stories Pdf 47 I have been a reader of the Vaikom Muhammed Basheer short stories for decades. Mathew, my elder brother gave me a copy of his personal collection when I was just a child. It still remains my most prized possession. When he left the family to go abroad, he took this book with him and I was not allowed to touch it. This happened while my father was alive and before he expired, I got permission from him for me to read it on his behalf. I had an elder brother who was fond of reading stories. I do not remember the names of the books he was fond of, but I clearly remember him telling me that one day his collection would make me go through each of them one by one. That day came sooner than he had predicted. He died suddenly and tragically just three months before his little sister came visiting to see me for Diwali at my home in Chennai! It was then that I began to read. As a child, I could not understand the meaning of some words used in some of these stories, but I loved their thrill and adventure. When my father died suddenly, I was left alone to fend for myself and gradually got accustomed to doing so. The stories, which I loved so much, taught me how to be content with the little I had. They also taught me to be grateful for what I had. My father was a very rich man, but he never hesitated to help or encourage his siblings. The stories of my life have many many lessons in them that have enabled me to see things the way they are and not as I might have wanted them to be. A story can teach you so much if you are only able to read it once. If you can read it slowly and think of it often, then each re-reading will teach you even more. In those days, I read the stories as I heard them from my elder brother. That was the only way to read them. There were no newspapers then, or books that could be borrowed from a library. I had no friends then, to discuss the stories with either. When he died suddenly and tragically, I never spoke of him again to anyone. I used to live in a rented house in Chennai for about thirty years and never had any companionship worth the name during that period of time. In solitude there is much room for thinking and imagination runs wild! The result was that the stories he had given me taught me many many things whose relevance became clear later on in my life. They taught me how to see the world in a new way and how to look beyond what was immediately in front of my eyes. I lived alone, away from the world outside and for thirty years! I did not have the luxury of going anywhere or seeing anyone. I had no one to talk with or even listen to, while I was reading these stories. This made me think about them more than people who would have been able to talk about them with another human being. cfa1e77820
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