One life...

தந்தைக்கும் தாய் அமுதம் சுரந்ததம்மா என் தங்கத்தை மார்போடு அணைக்கையிலே

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Disclaimer:

This story is against social norms, can question characters, their dignity...

So, Kindly bare with the authors scribble or even better an option, kindly avoid the stories.

Till last part, all the scenes has already been decided...Only few changes or glitches will be edited in case necessary...

Buckle up for this ride....

A new morning rose for many people in Bangalore, with the chirping sounds of sparrows being overshadowed by the honking sound of the vehicles...

The people new to the city were busy getting ready for their morning venture......Kanna, the groom was having a small jittery feeling on how the day is going to for him, he gets ready in a nice pair of jeans with a Chinese collored shirt, his nerd glasses and was setting his hair ,

When his nephew pushed from the mirror, telling how, now we are in for shopping and not the bride hunt right in the morning....

Aadithya, was for sure a replica of the younger Kanna, the witty one, the naughty one and for sure the apple of eyes for all 3 of his chithapas....

Aadithya got all groomed up and went to his chithapa room to spend some time with Kayal, he knocked the door and waited for the door to be opened, the basic manners of knocking the door of any family, not interrupting in others talks, not poking nose into other peoples affairs was explicitly installed manners, the work of his second chithapa.....

Who better than him knew the need of privacy and the aftermaths of unwanted meddling into ones private life...

Kathir had taken it a point to explain both the kids of the family, the basic manners, courtesy into the next generation of the PS family, for he knew many unnecessary repentance can be avoided....

The door he knocked got opened by his Chithapa, giving space for him to come inside....He also answered his unasked question, telling how Harshu is getting Kayal ready....

He knew his Kathir Chithapa, is the best father anyone could be gifted with.......and he knew the real Kathir Chithapa, the one who doesn't resurface any more...

The angry man, the never smiling man, the one wearing shirt and pant like once in a blue moon, the one who worked day and night, the one whose world revolved around only Pandian Stores...when he was brought into the house...

But, that Kathir was long gone, almost not paying a visit anymore....much to the pleasure of everyone....The kathir now in front of him is the guy who hardly wears ethnic wear, he has found his comfort in tracks and Ts...the one whose beard gives him the look of Devadas though he is the most happiest one, why everyone despise his beard is something he hasn't understood till date....

One day when he grows he wants to be like his fatherly figure, kathir...The selfmade man....

That's when the bathroom door opened, and a munchkin ran into his arms...calling out "Anna" in that chirpy voice of hers...He is aware he is not biological brother of Kayal nor the biological son of his parents, but his family did make sure he never felt so.....

Kayal was dressed in a cute blue frock till knees......and had settled happily on her brothers lap. Kathir got the comb and kajal from Harshu and got into the tasks of getting Kayal ready....

She usually gives a hard time to her mother and so he had taken the responsibility of getting Kayal ready, else they wont make it for the breakfast is a sad truth....