Unnikale Oru Kadha Parayam Page #2

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catch you red handed.

Even I'm interested in magic.

As you rightly said, it's a science &

an art. But if you fool people like this.

Keep quiet.

Did you remove your tent

from Church's Land?

Yes. I did.

Move away.

- Move... move...

Come. Let's go

- Are you people going?

Push it hard. Push it hard.

Pastor's car, push it hard.

Wait... wait...

Come... come...

Move... move from the way.

Get in. Get inside

the car.

These kids... I wanted to ask you

when I saw you the first time.

How did they come to you or

How did you get them?

I got them from streets. Abandoned by

parents, longing for love,

None wanted them. So they were destined

to live in the dirty streets.

They're Orphans.

Many years back, I was

also one among them.

My childhood days... Those are

the days of curse.

That man was nobody to me.

I was not born as an orphan.

In some distant land, in some house

where there had been love & happiness,

My parents might be still crying

over their lost son.

He stole me when I was playing in the

courtyard, when I was very young.

I don't remember. But I heard him

telling this to somebody.

What I knew, was the miserable life

in the streets, that cruel man,

And the painful bashes

of his whip.

Take that cane and play it.

Play it.

Idiot. I'll kill you.

Oh God, don't beat me.

Please don't beat me, please.

Like an angel, I found a great man

sitting infront of me. He felt pity on me.

That great man became

my Saviour.

The treasure of love that I lost at my

young age, I got it back from him.

He didn't have anybody to love or

to be loved.

Many years ago, he had a misunderstanding

with his wife and was living alone.

In his Ionely life, he got a little lamp

spreading rays of hope. That was me.

He called me son. From that day

onwards, I became his Ebikuttan.

I don't know when

I was born.

But the day on which he picked me up

from the street, became my birthday.

We celebrate that day,

every year with ecstasy.

College life is full

of joyful days.

One day in the Hostel, it was an

unexpected news. The death of my daddy.

All my dreams and hopes

got shattered.

My daddy's wife, who quarrelled & left

him alone years ago, came back weeping,

And wailing on the day my daddy died.

Her 2 brothers also came with her.

Then, they didn't go back.

Daddy's torment was his wife who

never loved & understood him.

But she loved only

his money.

One by one, they brought the properties

under their possession.

The adopted son of Thomas Abraham

became nobody in that house.

Who asked you to remove

this photo?

Who're you to ask that?

This is daddy's room. You can't

do here whatever you like.

Is it so? Then, today

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