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THOUGHT FOR YOUR SOUL
Avinav Chel
A gloom has descended upon the
skies, as if the nature had ran out
of colours and portrayed the entire
horizon into a grey hue. Even the
clouds seem inflated by his grief. It
felt as if the time had stagnated for
him the last evening when an
unknown number shattered his
dreams. Never would he hear
again, “My boy. Come home soon
for the next holidays. I shall have
my sight set towards the pathway.”
His father had met with a fatal
accident enroot his last post
delivery before calling it a day. He
breathed his last on the way to the
hospital.
Being a humble postman’s son in
today’s world isn’t an easy thing.
But he had come a long way to the
final semester of MBBS degree
from struggling to make his both
ends meet. He had toiled hard to
make sure his financial conditions
weren’t the hurdle between him
and his degree. He knew that it
would give his father, and the
better part of his life who also was
his mother, immense pride to learn
that his son had earned his name in
the merit list of the most
prestigious medical college.
THE DREAM BOX
It was evening the next day, before
the final rites had been performed.
He returned back to his childhood
abode where his dreams had been
wing-strewn by his father. The
house was pretty much run-down
with no features to impress. One
could notice the algae fostering on
the seeping walls of the two-
compartment house. Struggling to
console to himself keep the mind
sane, he found his way to the bed
to lie down for a while. As he
closed his eyes the memories of his
childhood with his father started
playing a ballet in a tune that they
hummed together. For a second, he
thought the reality was just a
figment of his imagination and that
he had finally woken up from the
slumber to see his father.
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