The book contains various short stories and one shots written by me. Majorly dominated by Thalapathy Vijay. Because initially this book was only for him.
So, the timeline is 1980s France. It was in a financial crisis but France was France.
The cast~
Kabir
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Lea
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Kabir sighed. Another tiring day in a row of tiring days. But unlike last semester, he at least had a bed and a room to call his own. He couldn't complain about that. It had to be France of all the places, a place he knew nothing about.
But then again any place would feel new and honestly scared, compared to his humble beginnings in Madras. Many people had it worse, at least he had settled in.
He sighs in relief as he approaches his building. It was a nice building, surrounded by blooming plants, presenting a nice view and even a small restaurant that served delicious food. But what Kabir liked the most about it was that it had fully functioning plumbing and a state of art heating system.
He checks his mail even though he knew he wouldn't get any letter now. His mum had already sent a letter three months ago. The next one would take three more months to arrive. There was no one else who would write to him. As expected, he finds nothing. He wonders if he should a write a letter to his mum as he climbs the stairs to his room, all he ever sends is telegrams, but then again letters were expensive. He would like to send a letter to her. Maybe he will one day, once he's saved enough.
He opens the door to his room and sighs relaxedly. His good old shabby room with a kitchen, a bathroom, a beautiful window, a comfortable bed and an empty TV stand. He loves it. He hangs his coat and then carefully removes his overalls. He gets changed into something that feels more comfortable and decides to get cooking.
