A shadow, By R.K Narayan

A shadow is a narrative story written by R.K Narayan, and tells the hearty experience of two conflicting sentiments that will have a crossover at the end to give an unbearable moment of despair, the story began when the little boy Sambu alongside his mom who live in Tamil in the Southern of India found out that the film of the gone father slash husband is about to be released within a week,  Sambu was intensely keen to see his dead father alive once again, but the mother was refuting the idea of attending the screening, the thing which laid to a wrangle between the two, the boy couldn't conceive how could she bear to live with his portraits that are hung over on the wall everyday life but she cannot watch him speaking, walking, singing for once, at premier's day the level of excitement was increasing with each moment passing for the little boy, he did his best to convince his neighbor at class room to Accompany him to the movie and this movie isn't like any Tamil films, “It is as good as an English picture” and his father got paid ten thousands rupees for acting and writing, but his attempt to persuade this former was in vain, and he eventually went all alone to watch the motion picture after he had taken four Annas from his mother, he finally got to see his father for the first time since he passed away six months ago at the film he wrote himself in which twining around “Kumari, a young girl who refused to marry at fourteen but wanted to study in a university and earn an independent living, and was cast away by her stern father (Sambu’s father) and forgiven in the end.”, he was wearing just the dhoti and shirt he used to wear at home, he was sitting at his table just as he used to sit at home, when he got back home he kept talking how good the film was and he would have loved if it lasted much longer, for a week he kept going to see the film, at the last day the mother could't resist his persistence she agreed to go with him to the theatre, the melting pot was when the movie finally kicked off while she had barely buckled up, few minutes later she would lose her conscious in result of the hight pace of  psychological suffering, but thanks to a bunch of women the unenviable dame succeeded to retrieve her balance, immediately the little boy would jump out to bring her out of the hall, but a sudden familiar voice would spring the silence and speak out, “Kumari! Will you go out or shall I throw you out?” Sambu's heart pounded while his eyes drowned into a flood of tears, then they both left the darkened hall quietly.
The next day they changed the picture.