What if he was three feet tall… Vetiyaan Veerabhatran wanted to study like others and become a big boy. Today, his dream was buried in the cremation soil due to the jokes made by the teacher and fellow students in the school.
He said: When my grandfather retired after working in the military, he came to work here. After him, our father Krishnan was looking after this work. 5 natives.
I am the fourth child born. I am still at the height of a child. A brother committed suicide in depression. The remaining two brothers got married and went alone. The sister got married. Thangachi is the one who studied the most in our family (up to Plus 2), no one else studied.
I really want to read. When I go to school, my fellow students tell me that ‘Kulayan’ has come, Kuttayan has come and tell me not to sit next to Vettian’s son, I can’t bear it. Since then he has not gone to school. I couldn’t bear the fact that the teacher called me a cut-off son.
When I got a little older, I started this work in obedience to my father’s cremation. Even if I go to another job, no one will give me a job anywhere for my height. After my father disappeared, I started doing this work for the family as there was no other way, it has been 15 years. My body and mind were hurt a lot and I was dying.
The girls asked if they could marry me. But those who don’t want to write a newspaper about the good and bad of our family who do this work, how can they come forward to give me a daughter. Marriage is all fantasy.
Till date no one has called me by my name. The owners who bring the dead body, even throw away the pitted wages. Call me short and short. I will smile with a hearty smile that the disability is not for me but for them. No one respects me even as a human being. Thus, he said.
Although he said this with a smile, we felt something heavy. He is three feet tall. But he is the one who gives six feet to the deceased.
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