Though the space was dimly lit, he could make out what the picture was. A cheerful boy in his 20’s with a middle aged man and woman. Happiness was common to all the three with bright smiling faces. His heart sunk for an instant on seeing the picture unexpectedly.
His eyes brimmed
with tears. Sob stifling breath then visited him. A feeling of pain and torment
or a dragging moment of truth was that he went through. His eyes stuck on to
the picture, he cried panting for breath. The torment inside him streamed out
of him as tears. He felt loaded with feelings as was his body. He sat on the
floor with the photo in his grasp.
He ran one of
his fingers over the image of the woman in the picture.
“How are you
mum?” he asked with his torn voice.
Now that it
was evident that the boy in the picture was him and the man and woman, his
parents. But where are his parents? Are they still alive? Or they left
him? He was the only person who could answer our questions.
Nothing came
to his mind except the image of his parents. His misery or his loneliness didn’t seem to
bother him when he thought about his parents. He didn’t analyze why he was away
from them. All that lingered in his mind was his ‘parents’.
He held the
photograph close to his chest and started reminiscing the last moments he was with
them. It was a Tuesday, he recalls; when he said something and his
parents objected to it. It was the end of a series of all his thoughts....
(To be
continued)
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