Prashant loved his wife. That was an understatement. He adored her. He worshipped her. He wanted to spend his entire life at her feet. And Prashant wanted to live forever - as long as Damayanti was around. But she died. A freak tragic event.
Prashant looked at Prof Purushothaman. Prashant had never heard of such a thing. Cryonics. The Professor explained that Damayanti will be placed in a box, and frozen to extremely low temperatures. Minus –324 degrees F. This will freeze her cells and her body will shut down. Damayanti may be dead, but not her cells. One day, when scientists had found out how to reverse death, she will be revived by a heating up process. Then her cells will unfreeze and her body will turn on again. And Prashant would have his darling Damayanti back ! Prashant could not believe his ears. Death was not so final after all.
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70 YEARS LATER
Prashant trembled as he waited by the bedside. Damayanti looked as young and lovely as ever. Although to Prashant’s eyes, she looked a little blurred. As he watched, she opened her eyes. She took a few moments to gather her wits about her. She was seeing the world after 70 years. Prashant held his breath as she looked at him. Tears brimmed in his eyes. His Damayanti was back ! She was looking at him again !
“தாத்தா நீங்க யாரு ? நான் இங்கே எப்படி வந்தேன்?” *
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* “Thaatha, neenga yaaru? Naan eppidi inge vanthen?” ( “Grampa, who are you? How did I get here ? ”)
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