Father

It's a story this time. Something random. And probably doesn't make any sense. But anyways... here goes.

They sat together, facing the pouring rain. And for the first time in their respective  life's,  they felt a sense of calm washing over them. A sense of togetherness they had never felt before rooted in them, something they had never before realised exists in them. And at that moment,  both father and son alike understood the bond they shared, the golden thread of blood that connected them.
'Tell me Dad. Did you love your father? '
The father stared at his son for a while, then muttered in a low voice, filled with pain and longing.
'More than I could ever make him understand. '
He looked away, but the tears that ran from his eyes were not missed by his son.
'I'm sure he knew Dad. The same way you knew how I felt. I believe that he understood you better than you understood him. ' he said, smiling.

The father only smiled at his son, wanting to believe his words. He also wished, at that moment, that he had been as understanding as his son. And for a moment like this, with his father.

To be as lucky as that, you needed the favour of God's as well as blessings from Ancestors. Something he believed he had missed out on.

- Sachin Nath