"Life is full of uncertainties. Each
day holds a surprise but whether it comes to us as sorrow or joy is unbeknownst
to us."
As she lounged on the couch with a salad bowl that contained
finger fries, she began flipping through the channels. Eventually, she
stretched out a bit and before she could recognise the fatigue, she fell
asleep. Her husband wouldn’t be home at least for another five hours and the
empty house resounded with her soft shallow breathing.
As the squeaking sound of the teak wood rocking chair roused her
from her kip, she perceived something wrong and got up from the sofa with
a little nervousness, like it is an experience of fear that summons ghosts to
us, because it was from the room which was unengaged since a year. When
she turned the key and stepped in she was dumbfounded as she
saw her father sitting across the room in that teak wood rocking chair.
As the surprise ended, she was happy that she met her father
after years since she eloped. She called a spade a spade and spent
cherishing minutes with her father that she didn’t notice the incessant rain
outside, nor the bowl hovering on the floor amidst those scattered finger
fries, nor the clanging sound of the pendulum clock. All she noticed was her
father’s face which was riantly handsome than ever. Together, they put their
cards on the table, and spoke openly about what they ventured in all those days
they were apart. Between the conversations of her childhood and his advice for
her future, she realised how much she missed him. Although they spoke for
hours, it still didn’t seem enough for them. She felt as if she could sit with
him forever holding his palm and all that mattered to her at that point of time
was him. Only him.
She was taken back by her senses when she heard the ring-back.
As she picked the receiver, she realised something and gasped! It was
indeed the death knell.
“Come back India soon. His body will be taken to the Ghats of
the Ganges tomorrow.”
The receiver fell on the floor with a soft thud and the empty
teak wood chair continued rocking.
‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
With smiles...
(Investing myself
completely in the art of living)
No comments:
Post a Comment