Chila Urumbu Chinthakal / ചില ഉറുമ്പുചിന്തകൾ

<p>I watched curiously the ants that were trying to escape from the flood to a plants branch. They stood over the water level forming a shape like a funnel upside down by climbing one upon anothers back. My father saw that came near to me and explained the hard work and attitude of the ants.</p><p>My baby brain could not understand the true meaning of the words while he said We should watch and study the ants. We should try to live like them. But I shook my head in the sense of consent as I understood everything. My father talks more about ants maybe because of my cheerful response. Whether he was aware of it or not my father was sowing the seeds of my first story in my tiny mind.</p>