The news wasn’t
entirely unexpected. The news wasn’t welcoming. The news turned out to be the
worst ever that my ears could hear. A part in my heart was not ready to hear it
but it reached me. I never wished, till then, that I will have to go through
it. I wasn’t happy at all.
I waved him a
customary goodbye like any other day. The usual handshake to be precise. He
went in the car to a place where I was told, I cannot accompany him. I didn’t
want also. A few hours later, I hadn’t heard anything from him. It was making
me restless. There were no mobile phones then. So, I waited for a call. No one
called. Only I saw the car come back. Not him, but others came out of the car
with expressionless faces. No words. No sound. No emotions.
They walked inside the
house. The only words I heard, “we are with you. We couldn’t do anything.” I
didn’t understand. I asked again. They only shed tears. I still didn’t
understand. I asked repeatedly again.
This time, not one but
many people started walking into the house. I couldn’t understand. They were
not telling me. Suddenly someone said, “What an untimely death! His daughters
are still young. Why did he die?”
And that was the most
horrifying sentences I heard first time in my life. They were talking about
him. Him. Only him. Why him? Seriously, why him?
something very painful ..
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