Gomathi’s cry and what she said bothered everyone. They couldn’t relate it to the initial cry for help. It was something else if those words were from Elango or Arivuchelvi, they wouldn’t have cared. If those were from GOD they wouldn’t have even listened, but it was from Gomathi. The little girl, whose only desire was to reunite with her Ezhil.
“Gomathi, are you okay,” Sweety asked patiently. In her mind, she felt Gomathi had faced the same fate as Raja. She just checked Gomathi’s Presence.
“Will vanavoor miss me, Sweety,” Gomathi kept a strange question.
“Nobody will miss you, because you will be there with them,” Preash tried to give hope whenever needed, even though he didn’t have it.
“You are so sweet Preash, I wish, you go back home,” Gomathi said
In response, GOD cracked up again.
“I too wish,” Preash said somehow controlling his emotions. The word home itself tore him apart. The pain of being in an unknown spot in the dark felt less, comparatively for him.
“I don’t want to go back,” said Elango
“I can’t go back,” said Gomathi
“Why?” Sweety asked
“Where will I go, everything is shattered. But I don’t know anything other than Vanavoor and Ezhil.”
“Come with me, let’s get married and stand in front of her.” GOD blabbered. Nobody knew, whom he was referring to, but whatever came from GOD’s mouth wasn’t valued by anyone.
Original Copyright © Sukanya Pon
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