Raghavan Novels Illanthalir [top] — Muthulakshmi

The silence between them was not cruel. It was heavy, yes—weighted with grief and practicality—but not cruel. Meera saw the way he touched his daughter’s hair: gently, as if she were made of glass. She saw the way the boy straightened his father’s collar: protectively, as if he had been doing it for years.

“Appa,” she whispered, “I am also tired.” muthulakshmi raghavan novels illanthalir

Meera smiled. A small smile. A tender sprout’s smile. The silence between them was not cruel