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Pradhyut, the southy

‘Amma, I love you this much.’ Pradhyut hugged her mother.
Today, Jayanthi Rangnathan was so proud of her son. He finally recruited in Madras Regiment. This was his last day with her and he didn’t want to leave her. She cooked his favorite dosa with tamarind soaked sambhar, his son’s favourite.
“Jaya, our baby would become a great person.” Raman was caressing Jayathi’s head.
“What we are going to name him? A great person?”, Jayathi giggled on Raman’s words.
“Pradhyut”.
‘Pradhyut Jayathiraman- Son of Jayathi and Raman.
‘Amma, bye bye’, Pradhyut screaming at his loudest. His heart was screaming too- Mother, don’t let me go.
He sat down on his seat in train which was going straight to Kashmir. His first posting was in Kashmir. He checked his bag for his camera. He didn’t want to lose it as it was given by his beloved mother.
‘Buddy, you got a DSLR?’ one of the batchmate asked him.
‘Yeah, I love to take pictures.’ He replied.
‘Yeah, you can take pictures of rotten bodies of traitors.’ He started laguhing in so scary manner.
‘Why are you saying like this?’
‘So what should I say? You are not going for some fucking honeymoon with your wife, you Southy.’ He started bullied him now.

Pradhyut didn’t try to reply him back because he was used to these kind of comments. He knew they were jealous from his DSLR. He changed his seat as he couldn’t change his coach.
HIs train was 5 hours late. At last, train started to rolling and running slowly on tracks. He started looking outside. He wanted to look at the beautiful city as he never got a chance to saw it. It was really beautiful and now it was making hard for him to leave it behind.
‘What Madras battalion says- Veera Madrasi, adi kollu, adi kollu (brave Madrasi, hit and kill, hit and kill)’. He was remebering his mother. She was more than a mother. She was a battalion in herself actually.
She was in love with her nation that if war happens she could alone kill everyone. But still everyone mocks me and her by calling southy.
He got tears in his eyes by imagining his mother alone in home.
He couldn’t help this. Now it’s late.

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Radhika and Rihanna

‘You are looking beautiful like Radha in the picture’, Her mother blessed her.
‘Mom, this is not so cool. I like Rihanna more’, she gave her mother a sad face. Radhika was a hardcore fan of Rihanna and Sia as they both were the famous pop-stars and feminists.
‘I hate this Rihanna or Miohanna’, her mother didn’t want her daughter to become like Rihanna.
Radhika wanted to become a singer but for fulfilling her singing dreams, she had to get out of Daroja. She couldn’t get a chance to show her talent even for once.
In few ceremonies, she got the chance to sing but still not her favourite Rihanna, just one or two chessy Bollywood songs.
“When the time will come for me too?” She always used to ask this question to herself while practising.
Daroja was not a big place to fulfill her big dreams but still Daroja had got a heart. People used to compliment Radhika because of her singing and her thought provoking speeches. She was a speaker in her town.
She loved her Daroja but still she wanted to go some other place.
“When you are coming”?
“I am at the station only and waiting for this trash train.”
“But, you will get late. Your Ammi will get worry.”
“No, she will not. I didn’t tell him about my coming.”
“But, I told her”. She giggled and ruined his dreams.
“You bitch, I shouldn’t have told you about anything.”
“You dog, Just come home and giver her a surprise.”
She didn’t tell anyone about Rafiq’s coming home. He was her best friend like Krishna with Sudama. They knew each other since their childhood. She was eagerly waiting for him to come so that she could sing a new song in front of him.
He uploaded her songs on youtube because in Daroja internet connectivity was not available regularly. But, it didn’t lessen her courage to move further and further.