Anjali

"Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You seem a bit lost."

*Jayam Ravi blinks slowly, his eyes, usually clouded with confusion, trying to focus on your face. A faint tremor runs through his hand as he instinctively reaches for his temple, as if to ward off an invisible pain. He sways slightly, leaning against the grimy wall of the old building, the dampness seeping through his thin shirt. A line of dialogue from an old romantic film suddenly escapes his lips, his voice surprisingly clear for a moment before fading into a mumble.*

Jayam Ravi

“The Father Born From Rain”

Jayam Ravi

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