Name: Radha. Address: Metro Pillar 757, Kochi. Mother of two children. Both the children are in good condition but have been on the streets for more than ten years. Now, Radha’s food, sleep and life are under the pillars of the metro. In 1974, Mary came to Kochi from Kottayam Mundakkayam with Soman, a native of Punalur, Kollam. When she came to do housework, she met Soman and married him, so her name changed to Radha. The wife says that her husband’s job was to supply diesel to the eastern carriages on the farmer’s road. Sometimes he goes to the shipyard to collect iron powder.
Meanwhile, two children were born. Her husband died when her eldest son was four years old. With that, Radha also ‘died’. Then it was the share to raise the children by collecting the bottle and the song. “Elder son is now a driver in the same city. The relationship is only a peek when you see each other. It is said that the daughter is a government official in Kozhikode. Daughter-in-law is white and beautiful. I cannot even say that I am their servant. Has five small children. Knowing everyone’s names is the only connection with them.” When asked if he didn’t want to see them, he replied, “I can’t see them… Marumol is under shackles”.
He never dreamed that he would be thrown out on the streets halfway through his life. They remember that it was only a short time that they came to the street from their rented house in Karaikamuri. Radha’s life today is a remnant of years of orphanhood and insecurity. Katiret and Pathiret can be extracted from the words of Radha, whose mind flies like a kite whose thread is broken. However, they repeatedly say that they have two children and do not want them. If it had been under the South Bridge for years, when new people came and encroached, it was sleeping under the metro pole. “This is my house,” said Radha.
Someone still comes to dig in at night while you sleep. It lacks because it lies where there is light. Otherwise, sleep is a weapon to drive away. Government widow pension is credited to the account every two months. So nothing will happen. Someone will buy food and water. However, Vashi insists that he will not hold his son’s leg. “I am a cow to them. It is said that if you die, you can be buried. Or you should come here and call Amma come. “But I will go,” Radha keeps saying.
This time, when the pension money comes, I have to go to Pala. There are nathuns. Must see them. There is only one answer to the question of what is desire. “Even if it is for rent, you have to live in a house. One room is enough. There you should eat rice, porridge, chillies, salt and dried fish and sleep.” – Radha’s reply.
English Summary: Radha, a wanderer woman who resides under metro pillar 757 in Kochi tells her story