Confused about where to dump her, the son drives on.
He thinks, "What if I dump her at the place she always wished to visit, the temple?"
On reaching there, he feels as though the gods in the temple have come out, even they are suffocated by the man's actions.
"It's freezing, it's chilly, yet it's burning my heart, it's black of the night," ponders the guy. The guy thinks of the warmth of his mother's chest, the cozy smell of coconut oil from her hair, mixed with sweat and love, and the feeling of the straw flags smoking in the morning from the kitchen of their old house"
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Mother's Cradle
Short StoryA short story inspired by the poem "Ammathottil" by Rafeeq Ahammed Discover the heart-wrenching tale of a devoted mother who triumphed over countless obstacles to raise her son, only to be left alone by the very person she held dear. Inspired by the...
