It was late in the evening and the rains had been pouring down heavily. The dim lights decorated the street. I didn’t realize that I was getting drenched till that splash of water hit my face. Holding its father’s hand, the kid was happily splashing water in a nearby puddle. The father was enjoying the splashes with the kid. My envious eyes followed the kid for a few moments. I walked ahead and plopped water from the next available puddle. But, I held no hand.
Opposite to the pacing man was seated a seemingly perturbed young woman in a plush cushion chair. The old man continued his conversation.
“After all these happenings, how do you expect us to consider you as a part of the family?”
“I didn’t give explanations for being part of the family. I gave the genuine reasons,” said the young lady trying to be calm.
“Genuine reasons? You ruined my daughter’s life…”
“I didn’t ruin your daughter’s life. I myself was a victim.”
“How dare you say that? You knew the truth and you never confided it with her. You waited till the situation worsened and utilized it for your own good,” shouted the old man.
“Pardon me, sir. It was your daughter who put me into the trouble. It was her indecisiveness that aggravated the situation. She cried over the past and never made it into the present. I didn’t brood over what happened and I became successful. Was that my fault?”
“It was easy for you to come out of the situation because you were the reason for what had happened. She suffered a lot. You will never find peace in your life.”
“I have already stated the reasons. I don’t have enough time. So, good bye.”
The old man watched the young woman leaving the room with disgust.
I wished to be that kid again. I held out my empty hands and let the rain drops fall on it. A crowd thronged the empty street and I was not alone.
“Hi! You are damn wet. Join me,” called out an old friend, holding an umbrella.
The broken strings of the guitar can be replaced, I thought.
***
The old man paced hysterically in the brightly-lit room. The old woman sat on the chair of the dining table, which was placed in the corner of the room. If not for her slow movements, any one would have mistaken her for a mannequin. Opposite to the pacing man was seated a seemingly perturbed young woman in a plush cushion chair. The old man continued his conversation.
“After all these happenings, how do you expect us to consider you as a part of the family?”
“I didn’t give explanations for being part of the family. I gave the genuine reasons,” said the young lady trying to be calm.
“Genuine reasons? You ruined my daughter’s life…”
“I didn’t ruin your daughter’s life. I myself was a victim.”
“How dare you say that? You knew the truth and you never confided it with her. You waited till the situation worsened and utilized it for your own good,” shouted the old man.
“Pardon me, sir. It was your daughter who put me into the trouble. It was her indecisiveness that aggravated the situation. She cried over the past and never made it into the present. I didn’t brood over what happened and I became successful. Was that my fault?”
“It was easy for you to come out of the situation because you were the reason for what had happened. She suffered a lot. You will never find peace in your life.”
“I have already stated the reasons. I don’t have enough time. So, good bye.”
The old man watched the young woman leaving the room with disgust.
***
Relationships are like the strings of a guitar. If you strum it in the right way, you get the sweetest sound or you break the strings.I wished to be that kid again. I held out my empty hands and let the rain drops fall on it. A crowd thronged the empty street and I was not alone.
“Hi! You are damn wet. Join me,” called out an old friend, holding an umbrella.
The broken strings of the guitar can be replaced, I thought.
2 comments:
It is too good Sreekala dear! Looks like some vein inside my heart has been strung like a guitar.
the broken strings of the guitar can be replaced, I thought..nice story kunju...Touched my heart
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