Amma Amma I Love - You -shaan-

The song faded from his lips. He rested his head on the bed, still holding her hand.

“Amma Amma I love you… Kanmaniyae… Neeyendri Yaarumillai Amma…” Amma Amma I Love You -Shaan-

He began to sing louder, not caring if the nurses heard. Not caring about anything. The song faded from his lips

He thought of the last time he was home, two years ago. He was on his laptop, answering emails at the dining table. Amma had placed a plate of avial and rice in front of him. He had grunted, not looking up. She had stood there for a moment, her hand hovering over his hair, as if wanting to ruffle it. Then she had pulled back. She had gone to the kitchen and turned on the radio. He hadn’t noticed her silence. Not caring about anything

Just a twitch. A feather-light pressure against his palm.