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മതിലുകള് അഥവാ സ്ത്രീയുടെ ഗന്ധം
The story begins with a political prisoner, captured and sentenced to imprisonment. He is a stand in for the author, and shares several character traits with him. The story itself is autobiographical fiction, taking pages from Basheer’s own time in prison during the independence movement.
Having travelled around the world for years and being acquainted with a wide variety of people, our protagonist takes his capture and imprisonment in stride, as yet another chapter in the journey that is his life.
From the onset we are made aware of his sociable nature, which allows him to befriend fellow prisoners, his captors and wardens. By engaging them at a human level he is able to be the friendly guy for whom others are all too happy to do favors and form acquaintance with.
Using the limited means within the prison he is able to meet all his meager day to day requirements. Contraband matches which he cuts up with a razor to increase their use, along with beedis, the ever constant companion to the revolutionary intellectual. Sugar, tea leaves and a bootstrap cooking place to indulge in the refreshing luxury of black tea in prison.
Chips, condiments, pickles and other rare snacks; gifted from fellow prisoners and wardens, or scrounged from the black market. A thick piece of woolen jamukkalam to give warmth at night.
By becoming a favorite to the wardens and superintendent he is able to engage in gardening in his lonely cell block. And in a short time grow roses and other beautiful flowers which become the must have commodity in the prison, popular to all.
In short, he is able to make the most of his circumstances and live a content life, thankful for being alive. Except for one thing that is devoid. The scent, sight and touch of a woman. Being placed close to the wall which separates the male and female prisons, the presence of an illusive treasure unreachable to him, drives him insane at times. On lonely nights, he ponders over, and fantasizes about that world that he had no access to.
So their lives within the walls progress, with some bemusing incidents and everyday grind.
In response to events unmentioned, the political prisoners in incarceration, of which our protagonist was a part of, were given release. All those involved were excited. They shaved and groomed themselves neatly, pressed and ironed their clothes to wear on the day of release and eagerly awaited the day of freedom.
The day came, and all were released, all that is except our protagonist. An error in some bureaucratic process, or deliberate interference, now he found himself along bereft of the company of peers he had cultivated over the years.
Following this he drops to slump. Food doesn’t taste good, the energy was sucked from his body, even tending to his garden no longer gave him joy. At one point he even contemplates and plans for prison break.
His fellow prisoners worried for his state, forced him to come out and work with them in a newly constructed vegetable garden. It is there that he and others discover a hole in the wall separating the men and women.
And throw this portal they gain access to a world that was alien to them so far. One day, as our prisoner was lounging about trying to catch and tame some squirrels, he encountered a voice from the other side of the wall.
It is a female prisoner named narayani. Her voice and words he is able to share with her bring a new life to his tired soul. Over time, he gifts her rose plants from the garden, she gifts him food and delicacies from her side. And two lonely souls find fulfilment in this facsimile of a human interaction.
They meet from time to time, when she wants to meet, Narayani throws a stick above the wall, visible to the prisoner, and he then rushes to her side of the wall.
As their intangible relationship progresses thus, as the restlessness builds up in both, they decide to try and catch a glimpse of each other. And resolve to do so in the prison infirmary. Having never seen each other, they exchange markers and signals to identify one another and promise to be there on the decided day and time.
The day before, the assistant warden, a good acquaintance of our prisoner, comes to his prison cell and engages in conversation. At his request the prisoner wears the clothes which he had ironed and kept aside for his failed release. Once he does, the warden breaks the surprise, the prisoner has been given release and is now a free man.
As the clueless warden escorts the prisoner from the prison cell to outside the prison, he keeps looking back at the stick which had been thrown over and over awaiting his presence. When realization came, he was already standing outside with a forlorn feeling, and a rose flower meant for her, in his hand.