Amma Amma I Love You -shaan- -

“Amma Amma I love you… Kanmaniyae… Neeyendri Yaarumillai Amma…”

The rain hammered against the windows of the ICU waiting room, a relentless, arrhythmic beat that matched the chaos in Arjun’s chest. He was twenty-eight, a successful investment banker in New York, a man who negotiated million-dollar deals without breaking a sweat. But here, sitting on a hard plastic chair in a hospital in Kerala, he was five years old again. Small. Scared. Lost. Amma Amma I Love You -Shaan-

“I’m sorry, Amma,” he wept. “I’m so sorry.” Amma Amma I Love You -Shaan-

Tears slid down his cheeks, hot and shameful. He wasn’t a banker now. He wasn’t a man. He was just a boy who had forgotten to say the most important thing. Amma Amma I Love You -Shaan-