Maaran doesn't remember...
He doesn't remember much about his father, his mother tells him his father loved him very much.
He tells her he knows, he remembers, the truth is he doesn't, he doesn't remember anything about his father.
He trusts his mother, so it's okay even if he doesn't remember.
Maaran looks around him and sees people, sees them thanking him and worshipping him, he hears them when they tell him they love him. That they will always love him.
But he doesn't believe them, he knows, they will only love him as long as he is their saviour. Once he stops being their saviour, they won't stay.
They will forget.
He learnt this watching someone, some one who was a saviour once, a true blue hero.
Who? He doesn't remember.
He believes his mother when she says that he is her world, he trusts her when she says she will always him.
He feels it everytime she hugs him, ruffles his hair and when she used to feed him in the childhood.
She does it exactly like her. Someone who held him as a baby, some one who nurtured him in infancy. Someone whose warmth he can still feel deep inside.
Who? He doesn't remember.
Maaran feels something whenever he looks at a father holding his son. He feels something akin to nostalgia.
Nostalgia of a man who showed him his world carrying him on his shoulders. Nostalgia of a man who was his saviour and protector. A man who loved him with his entire being.
Who? He doesn't remember...
How do you feel nostalgic about someone you don't remember?
Something even more strange is when he looks at a baby boy or a baby bump and remembers touching one, softly with love.
Aa far as he knew, his mother never had a baby bump. So, he asks her, if she had one before he lost his memory.
She denies and calls him her only child. He believes her.
But he still remembers the feeling of touching a bump, of trying to feel the life beneath.
He remembers being told to be a good big brother, he remembers, cause he was promised a baby brother once.
Wasn't he?
Maybe...
Maaran doesn't remember....
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Vetri remembers...
He remembers kind hands and pitiful stares. He trusts vadivu and his father.
He knows they love him and he loves them.
But deep inside, he remembers the protection of a man, who only ever interacted with him when he was cocooned in a dark warm place.
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The book of snippets
General FictionThe book contains various short stories and one shots written by me. Majorly dominated by Thalapathy Vijay. Because initially this book was only for him.
