The Search

Years of searching had finally gotten him here. 

At the place he had begun at. 

At the place, he wished he would not end up at. 

He walked up to the door, pushing it with his hand, knowing well enough that it would be unlocked. 

But to his shock and dismay, he found it to hold steady under his force. 

A woman walking out to clear her garbage, saw him standing, pushing the door of her neighbors house. 

'Who are you?' She shouted from afar, walking closer to him. 

'I... I... I'm an old friend of hers' he replied,stammeeing, his mind just as shocked at his heart over the blatant lie.

'Aah... so you didn't hear' she said, her face dropping. 

His breath caught at his throat, his heart raced. He feared the worst and if then, he knew he could do nothing. 

'She left us a while back... left her home to her son' she said. 

A tear rolled down his cheek, followed by many more. His heart didn't give out, but he hoped it would. His mind cried out in sorrow, his mouth doing the same. His screams echoed throughout the street, the same way hers had that night he left. 

Fate had played a cruel trick on them. The Gods had taken revenge on him. 

Alone,in the world. Forever, to find himself again. 

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