Unni smiled through his tears. “Yes, Amma. I remember.”
“Then stop counting the days. Just grow.” ammayum makanum kochupusthakam kathakal
“Amma,” Unni asked, looking up. “Is our lamp little too?” Unni smiled through his tears
But one night, many years later, when he was a man with grey in his beard, he sat beside his Amma’s bed. She was very old now. Her eyes were closed. Her hands lay still. Unni smiled through his tears. “Yes
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