Overzealous publicist?, PR person?, clueless movie company staff? digital studio faux pas? or the journalist's attempt at connecting the budding singer's roots to Tamil Nadu
The damage was done!
Harmless? Maybe!
But considering how this singer's husband already felt about this adventure, it was quite tactless
He scrolled up and down the article a couple times and put his phone away and stared out the window
It wasnt quite morning yet
He went on his phone again and checked for msgs from her
There were baby pictures, with her held in II's lap, he could clearly see a peacock blue Kanjeevaram in the background, and gorgeous blue bangles of some sort on her wrist
She was dressed up?
She hadnt sent any pics of herself
His daughter looked like a darling
In navy & silver kanjeevaram lehanga and flowers in her hair, II had pinned a string of flowers up on top of her fountain, she was trying to grab the dangling string from her forehead
She even wore a lil navy tear drop like bindi on that cute forehead
One was an video file
She sang her fave lullaby "Oru deivam tanda poove" breathlessly at times arousing him as it reminded him of how she got when he made love
as his daughter scampered around the giant Nungambakkam appointment
Mr Iyer sat on a sofa, leafing through a Tamil newspaper
Nivi gurgled and ran up and wrapped her arms around his legs
He picked her up and kissed her and set her down
And then it ended...
He went back and read the article
He wondered what the Tamil jpeg image said
Who could he ask
He threw the phone back down and laughed self deprecatingly at his insecurity
He went back to the text and typed "How was test recording?"
Then erased and got off the bed and went into the shower
But she had sensed it?
She asked him a Q
"Do u want to watch my recording?" she had texted
He didnt respond
"I read the article, so i know what its all about" he typed
And then erased it
And fixed himself a coffee and went off to work
She texted him during the day "Do u want to talk to Nivi?" she asked
"I am in a meeting" he said
"I will tell her" she said
What would have brought a chuckle at other times ticked him today
"Will u tell her her only her Mom cares about her?" he asked
"It was a simple question da" II smacked him
"I am surprised you have time for random texting" he said
"Wud u rather i didnt bother you?" she asked bluntly "Because its not like I am sitting home staring at the walls" she reminded him of her gig
"Sure youre not!" he agreed mockingly "And yes... I am busy"
"Maybe I shud just take her back to Rohini" she dealt a blow she asked thoughtlessly
"Maybe you should" he said equally thoughtless
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Ranjan heard lil from his son and DIL after they left home
He wandered the 2nd floor picking up Nivi's toys along the way
Texting Sam "i didnt realize how much I will miss the baby"
"Maybe she shud have asked you to go with her" Sam said
"Maybe... mainnu poochheya nahi" he admitted, grieving
"Maybe because u dont know Tamil, u dont know anyone at the studios, Mr Iyer must have gotten her that opp, so its only fair" Sam spoke encouragingly
"I can speak Tamil. Woh saara din bachi ko kehti rehti hai... "Niviii vendaam" "Nivi... poram" "Niviii vaa inga' Ranjan tried to text his DIL's words
"ennada?" nahi kehti?" Sam teased
"Haan woh vee" Ranjan chuckled
He panted going down the stairs
Walking through the house to go sit on the swing
Mahavir wandered aimlessly
"Sir raat ko karhi banayen?" he asked
"Aaja puttar aiddar" Ranjan invited
"No Dad... meri MIL ka para high hai... my younger SIL moved out this morning, to a friend's house" Sam whispered
"Rabbba" Ranjan gasped
" Tam says he is not the cheating kind" Sam said agonized
"She hated me already she hates me more now" Sam whispered
"Onnu vee le aa" Ranjan offered
"Nahiii Dad... panga hona hai kuch na kuch" Sam sighed
Ranjan lay back weakly staring at the skies
"Mera article padha?" Sam asked eager
"Dekho kinni hoshiyar hai gudiya, samajh vee aqal vee... aur awaaj vee meethi" Ranjan spoke with pride
"I wanted to see her singing in the studio pata nahi kab milega" Sam sighed
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