Now, titles are a very important part of stories everywhere but some stories don't need titles or some authors can't come up with them.
There are times when something unexpected entices you deeply...
This is the representation of an emotion caused by such enticement.
The source material is a few tumblr posts and one damn good bgm score.
The character is... You'll find out...
~The road to hell is paved with good intentions~
Sakthi, the name rolls of her tongue easily. Almost as if she's been using it for a long time. Funny, she has never seen the boy before. He never came to her house with his father. The boy stands in the corner of the house. Like he's trying to disappear into it's walls to not be seen.
He looks so lost.
She pities him.
She had immediately said yes when Sivan told her he was adopting the boy. A no wouldn't have stopped her husband but a yes was all she could give. She sighs and beckons him with her hand.
He hurries to her like a servant on call, "What do you want Amma?" he asks meekly. Amma, mother... but that wasn't what he was calling her... he was calling her Madame... like she owns him.
"Sakthi I need to work on lunch" she says turning to the stove, "Can you entertain Vignesh for a while?"
She has servants at her hand and call, but while they prepped, she preferred to prepare food alone. It calmed her.
He nods dutifully and carefully takes her son from her. He is apprehensive but babies are persistent. In the presence of the months old baby, the boy finally remembers the child he actually is.
He begins to smile and talk. About how he is like super good at many things, targets, races, bets, about how he had a whole bundle of friends, about how he likes thaen mittai.
Slowly, the tattle flows towards her as she carefully joins in.
He talks to her about what she's cooking, what her favorite food is, what his favorite food is, how his father taught him the basics of cooking, how he liked to boil some tomatoes and potatoes with rice and call it pulao, how he loved biryani, how he never knew his mother, how he always wanted a younger sibling.
The boy is pretty accommodating, she observes.
He is a damn good brother, always entertaining Vignesh and keeping him in sight. He loves to play with him.
He mingles with everyone, all her servants, all her husband's henchmen, he is an open happy boy. Except for the sudden silences and longing looks at something invisible.
But she is patient and she is kind.
Between warm hugs and pep talks, teary complaints and blinding smiles, new shirts and paper cuts... he calls her Amma and means mother.
YOU ARE READING
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.
