As he stepped into that dark and grubby room, and shut the door behind him. It was all black and quite. He advanced towards the side table, where her mother kept her favorite lamp. He didnt lit it, he wanted to be in the dark, he was used to the darkness of this room, the room which was only illuminated by sunlight or moon. He moved the curtain aside. Now he could see the things clearly in the moon light.
He gazed here and there, his eyes were searching something, he looked around and caught a glimpse of it, under the shadow of the unlit lamp. Quietly he sat beside the bed, he didnt wanted to disturb the one sleeping on the bed. He picked up the frame which was facing downwards and caressed the photo with his cold hands, he realized how cold his hands were when a warm drop touched his dorsum. It was a tear, rolling one by one from his cheek, they drenched his hand and the photo.
" Mama, i didnt wanted to wake u up but,,,,,, i c c c came here" ; he took a sigh," th th to tell u that, your grand son left the house,hhhh he yelled at me and his mother, he pushed me to and threatend me, but still... i i want u to help me mama, i want u to help me bring him back, he is my only son, i i iii........... dieee wit without heeeeem....... i know he s gna listen th thoo you, he always do what u sayyyyyyy,, moma pleeeeeeeez help me"
He sobbed like a baby, his shirt was wringing wet, and the bedsheet on which he had kept his head.
Next moment he felt the soft and warm touch of her fingers on his cheek, she caressed him gently. " Dont cry my baby, he ll come back one day"
He opened his soaked eyes, and his words were caught in his throat before he could speak. He got up on his feet, baffled with panic he picked up the blanket. It made him insan, it was awful. Stricken with dismay, his feet trembled and his forehead was dreanched by cold sweat.
He saw nothing but an abandoned bed. He couldnt speak, neither shout, and fell on the ground.
" Get up sweety, what happened? are u okay now?...... how are u feeling now, i told you not to get depressed but u never listen to me". It was his wife, sitting right next to him with a glass of water and two antidepressant tablets. He opened his eyes forcefully, he was drowzy and his head felt heavy. " I saw u in the morning, lying on the carpet in moma's room, i think u blacked out last night."
He held her tight, and stared acting like a crazy. "what happened honey?" the glass in her hands sliped with a jerk and smashed on the floor.
" I herd mama last night, she told me that our son will come back on day,,, iii iii no whhat she meant,,, ii no he will return only when we die, phhhhhhh its aa aaal my mistake, i did the same to mama, i never gave her any happiness, AND NEVER RETURNED TILL NOW
,,,,, TILL NOW THAT SHE IS DEAD........................."
It happened 40 years ago, it happened now,, and may happen again in coming years........................................
He gazed here and there, his eyes were searching something, he looked around and caught a glimpse of it, under the shadow of the unlit lamp. Quietly he sat beside the bed, he didnt wanted to disturb the one sleeping on the bed. He picked up the frame which was facing downwards and caressed the photo with his cold hands, he realized how cold his hands were when a warm drop touched his dorsum. It was a tear, rolling one by one from his cheek, they drenched his hand and the photo.
" Mama, i didnt wanted to wake u up but,,,,,, i c c c came here" ; he took a sigh," th th to tell u that, your grand son left the house,hhhh he yelled at me and his mother, he pushed me to and threatend me, but still... i i want u to help me mama, i want u to help me bring him back, he is my only son, i i iii........... dieee wit without heeeeem....... i know he s gna listen th thoo you, he always do what u sayyyyyyy,, moma pleeeeeeeez help me"
He sobbed like a baby, his shirt was wringing wet, and the bedsheet on which he had kept his head.
Next moment he felt the soft and warm touch of her fingers on his cheek, she caressed him gently. " Dont cry my baby, he ll come back one day"
He opened his soaked eyes, and his words were caught in his throat before he could speak. He got up on his feet, baffled with panic he picked up the blanket. It made him insan, it was awful. Stricken with dismay, his feet trembled and his forehead was dreanched by cold sweat.
He saw nothing but an abandoned bed. He couldnt speak, neither shout, and fell on the ground.
" Get up sweety, what happened? are u okay now?...... how are u feeling now, i told you not to get depressed but u never listen to me". It was his wife, sitting right next to him with a glass of water and two antidepressant tablets. He opened his eyes forcefully, he was drowzy and his head felt heavy. " I saw u in the morning, lying on the carpet in moma's room, i think u blacked out last night."
He held her tight, and stared acting like a crazy. "what happened honey?" the glass in her hands sliped with a jerk and smashed on the floor.
" I herd mama last night, she told me that our son will come back on day,,, iii iii no whhat she meant,,, ii no he will return only when we die, phhhhhhh its aa aaal my mistake, i did the same to mama, i never gave her any happiness, AND NEVER RETURNED TILL NOW
,,,,, TILL NOW THAT SHE IS DEAD........................."
It happened 40 years ago, it happened now,, and may happen again in coming years........................................
