Kalyana Maalai 2

Chapter 14

Parvathy Vilas:

The evening drifted by with Mullai ensconced within the confines of her room, a palpable aura of solitude enveloping her like a protective shield. Her desire for solitude was respected by those around her, who recognized the depth of her anguish and chose to give her the space she so desperately needed. Yet, amidst the collective understanding of her pain, a silent lament for Kathir echoed in the recesses of their hearts—a poignant acknowledgment of the sacrifices he was making for the sake of their impending divorce, a sacrifice borne out of a desire to grant Mullai the freedom she so fervently sought.

In the dim glow of her room, Mullai found herself drawn to the closet, the repository of memories both cherished and painful. With a delicate touch, she retrieved a small box nestled within its depths, a vessel containing remnants of a past she had sought to bury. Seated upon the edge of her bed, she gingerly opened the box, revealing the precious thaali nestled within its confines.

The gleaming gold of the thaali glinted softly in the muted light, its delicate chain intricately woven with symbols of marital sanctity. Mullai's fingers traced the contours of the pendant with a reverent touch, the weight of its significance heavy upon her soul. It was a symbol of union, of promises exchanged and vows sworn, yet for Mullai, it remained an emblem of shattered dreams and broken trust.

As she cradled the thaali in her trembling hands, tears cascaded down her cheeks, each droplet a testament to the anguish that gnawed at her heart. For every married woman, the thaali held sacred significance—a tangible representation of marital bliss and lifelong companionship. Yet for Mullai, it served as a painful reminder of a union marred by betrayal and disillusionment, a symbol of promises unfulfilled and dreams left unspoken.

In the solitude of her room, Mullai grappled with the weight of her emotions, her heart heavy with the burden of unspoken grief and unresolved pain. Though she had been married, she had never truly embraced the role of a wife, denied the opportunity to adorn the thaali for more than a fleeting moment. And as she sat there, cradling the emblem of her fractured marriage, she couldn't help but wonder—would she ever find the strength to reclaim the shattered pieces of her heart and forge a path toward healing?

Parvathy entered the room, her gentle footsteps barely audible against the hushed backdrop of Mullai's tears. The weight of her daughter's sorrow hung heavy in the air, casting a somber pall over the room as she beheld Mullai's tear-stained visage. Setting the tray of food aside, Parvathy closed the distance between them with measured steps, her heart heavy with concern for her distraught daughter.

P - Mullai azhadama..

Parvathy implored softly, her voice a soothing balm amidst the turmoil of Mullai's emotions. With an anguished cry, Mullai rose from her seated position and flung herself into her mother's waiting embrace, her sobs wracking her slender frame as she sought solace in the shelter of her mother's arms. It was an instinctual gesture, an unspoken plea for comfort and understanding in the midst of her overwhelming grief.

M - Yen ma..yen ippadi panneenga..chinna vayasula appa enna ingha kootitu vandadhu ungalukku pidikala nu enakku theriyum..aana valara valara..velipadaya illanalum enakku ellamae panneenga..sollamalae oru ammava enakku ellamae senjeenga..yen amma mela kovama irundhalum en mela paasama irukeenganu naanum ninachu sandoshapatten..appuram en ma ippadi panneenga..illa ithana varushama unga manasula en mela veruppu dan irundudha..akkarai irukura maadhiri nadichitu irundeengala..sollunga ma..yen ma enakku ippadi oru thandanaiya kudutheenga..

Mullai's voice trembled with raw emotion, her tear-streaked cheeks pressed against Parvathy's shoulder. As if unable to bear the weight of her own sorrow, Mullai's legs gave way beneath her, and she sank to her knees, clutching Parvathy's hand with a desperate grip as her tears continued to flow unabated.