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Vivek’s heart ached, mind sobbed
and quiet reigned there. *Achchan's absence disfigured the domicile's calm.
Achchan lived for Vivek, Vivek only after his mother’s final departure. Vivek
lay beside Achchan for slumber till teen. He sat sad.
Achchan disproved son’s stance
whenever son rebuked his mischievous toddler. Once in rage at the spur of a
moment words ‘You don’t interfere, I know to rear my child’ leapt out of
Vivek’s lips ruthlessly hitting right at Achchan’s heart.
Revivifying himself he groped around seeking media assistance also to find him.
Eventually a
stranger’s phone-call, “A man…………….”
Yes, the house now does seem home, doesn't it?
*Achchan- father.
*Achchan- father.
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