Jots

I entered the room and sat on the hospital bed. But the reason for the entry was too painful for a 10-year old kid. I heard the assistant doctor telling my mom to speak so patiently and referring it as,'probably the last conversation'. He had little concern for emotions and was pretty straight forward. "Dad", I called in a faint voice. "My son", he smiled. But his eyes were wet with tears. "I don't know what to tell you. I just wanted to live with your brother and you. I just wanted to see growing up. But...", tears descended quickly than earlier. "Don't cry dad.", I tried my best to hold my tears. "Don't be a coward, like me. Be strong, son. You should be courageous and should make your mother feel proud of yourself.", saying this he closed his eyes and never opened it again. This thought which succeeded the consistent blankness was lucid as well as striking. His heart ached. He couldn't even fulfill...