Holidays,
mean a lot in everybody’s life. They take you back down the memory lane, makes
you feel very younger, younger to the level of a school going kid. Same was the
feeling for Saambu also. For the past one week, he has been toiling around the
city like a teenager, arranging for what he was expecting for the past eight
years. After he was made alone by his wife, his face is taking a positive curve
today. The hour hand joined with the minutes when he joined with his 2Gs. When
the proximity of body increases, the mind travels farther, together. Thoughts
take you to the distance where you can’t go physically. Sons explained their
naughtiness and the punishment they got and daughters elaborated the pampering
they received. Daughters showed their sons, their school dance program photos.
Sons took their daughters to the ground where they played and showed the
windows they shattered. As always Saambu was still an observer, but, today, he
had lots of shows to enjoy, unlike the every day monotonous view he gets. He
had a dining table full of people, to share the table full of food cooked, with
taste, affection and love. His daily
routine of having a short nap and a long walk in the evening sun was totally
wiped off with an un-planned, looked to be never-ending chat and play. Plans
were sketched out for the fore-coming days. Destinations were pegged and travel
logistics were sorted out. Moon and sun exchanged their roles very frequently
to eagerly meet the family. Alarms were reminded of the time by the continuous
sweet nothing talks. Vehicles were waiting to pick up the family. Materials
were getting loaded. Telephone forgot its ring tone, because the people who
disturb it are physically present there. Courteously enough, somebody wiped off
its loneliness by ringing. The most little member ran and picked up the call
handed over to the most senior member. Luggage were counted, loaded, verified
and settled. Member entries were tallied. Saambu has to join them locking the
door. Seconds turned into minutes and
minutes approached two digits. Second
son, stepped out of the bus to go and intimate his father about the delay,
entered the house. The whole bus and the people inside were shaken by the crazy
cry they heared from the house. Father was breathless and the whole gang was
speechless. Father had the phone receiver in the hand and the son was not seen
in the scene.
Can
anybody find out from the father, what was the phone call about? , who talked? and
why such an effect? Also please can you check with him, where the second son
disappeared?
Nothing
is known as of now, except that, “It happened on the eve of Christmas”
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