He saw his cousins tying up his mother’s body before they placed her on the pyre and blames them for it even today - he is still angry with them.
But he eludes this melancholy with fun and mischief, he finds solace in them.
He suffers from kleptomania - an irresistible impulse to steal in the absence of any economic motive; he stealthily picks up particular things he is fond of - soaps, cassettes, money and the likes.
From deflating car tyres to incomprehensible idiosyncratic gestures, this special boy is chasing every ray of light that can bring him happiness.
His mother’s memory holds him up there, between the rays, till he can hold them in his palms.