Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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As I followed them to Murthy’s farmhouse, the director welcomed my mom and offered her and my sister Ammu to sit.  Right opposite to them, sat the Hero and the producer, and the director sat next to them as well.  As my sister Ammu was feeling shy and putting her head down, my mom was very excited to see the Hero of the movie sitting this close to her.  She was a big fan of the Hero, and has watched all his movies in our village Tent theatre.  The Hero looked very different in person, and looked as old as my dad.  In the movies he had hair, now in person he looks bald, looks like he was using a wig while acting.  As the Hero got up and shook my mom’s hand, my mom, out of excitement grabbed his hands with both her hands, “Sir, I am a huge fan of you, I have watched all your movies,” my mom said.  “Oh, thank you so much… Mrs…??” as the Hero asked.  “Sathya, Sir,” my mom said.  “Yeah, Sathya.. Thank you Sathya,” the Hero said and introduced the producer to my mom.  My mom did not shake his hand, but just said “Vanakkam Sir” and smiled at him, and he smiled and nodded his head.  “Have a seat, Sathya, let's talk business here,” the director said and sat on the chair.