"ഷാഹിനയ്ക്ക് മിണ്ടാൻ കഴിയും മുമ്പേ ഞാൻ അവളുടെ തീപ്പൊളളിച്ചരണ്ടു പോയ കവിളിൽ അമർത്തി ഒരുമ്മ കൊടുത്തു."
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This is one of my favourite lines from the poet's autobiography titled Chindambarasmarana. Written in an ordinary layman style devoid of the heftiness of any poetic interferences, Balachandran Chullikad has allowed his readers to know about him and an era when he barely was aware that he was laying foundations to his poetic career while living from hand to mouth, feeding his hunger using his eloquence for expressions. There are no pompous decorations of self as an acclaimed poet, but there are instances of vivid descriptions of his unapologetic humane weaknesses, intimate moments, the troubled waters he sailed through disdaining his family.
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Sounding undisguised as ever, Chidambarasmarana is a closely knitted affair weaved out of the poet's worldly experiences. A deeply touching work.

