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by Ajey Rao |
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The sun had already made its way through the bedroom window, he got up and found his bed tea ready. Never did he miss his wake up time nor did his wife forget to place his bed tea ready for him by then. He was fresh in another few minutes and made his way towards the hall. His wife was busy in the kitchen.
He had denied buying one for his son. His son Haresh had left home angrily that day and returned late in the evening. Haresh was never interactive with the family. After he had joined college he had a lot of friends and he spent most of his time with them rather than with his parents. He had many times complained about this to Haresh. “Having many friends is not good son.” Haresh had not bothered to listen and he continued his friendship. His wife woke up and began to rush towards the hall as if she had forgotten to do something. She picked the garland of flowers that lay on a table in their living room and put it over on their son’s photograph. Probably this was the only thing that reminded him that his son was no more. It was 4 years back when some of his friends called to say that Haresh had committed suicide. It was hard for them to believe that their son had ended his own life but then he had realized that he had never understood his son. What went on in Haresh’s mind was always a mystery for him and he had never felt a need to know about the reason for his son’s death. He got up from the chair and went near his wife who was crying in front of her son’s photo. He gave her a light hug. She held him tightly and continued to cry loudly. He glanced at his son’s photo and thought that it was still possible to love a person without complete understanding. |
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14-Mar-2004 | ||
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