He typed: Raja, you are a circus performer. But you don’t have the shine of a star. You carry the weight of one.
Sundaram’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. He thought of his father, a small, gentle man who worked as a bank clerk, who never raised his voice, who had fought his cancer without complaint. He had persisted. apoorva sagodharargal subtitles
Sundaram felt a wave of grief-fueled anger. This was not how Appa had explained it. Appa had made the film a poem. The revenge of a dwarf father against the men who killed his wife, using a train, a toy gun, and the pure, stubborn love for his child. He typed: Raja, you are a circus performer