He nodded, confused. “Yes. I cried.”
“Arjun,” she said, her voice quiet. “When you were five, you wanted that red bicycle. The one with the bell. We couldn’t afford it. So I went to your uncle’s garage and I painted his old black bicycle red. I put a plastic flower on the handle. Do you remember?” 1tamilblasters mom
Arjun looked from the screen to her face. “Amma, it’s not that deep. It’s just a movie.” He nodded, confused