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| His watch face showed the time as 6:30 pm and his face broke into a wry smile. The street lights started flickering on. ‘Same time again’, Aditya thought as he hurried home from office, moving effortlessly through the crowd. ‘Its been 7 years since I started work’, he thought and yet nothing has changed, only I have changed so much. His hard work, dedication and honesty had propelled him up the hierarchical ladder of his office. He was a genius at work and loved by seniors and juniors alike because of his his simple happy go lucky nature and his zest for life. Aditya was the only child of his parents. He was an ideal son. Anyone who knew him became his friend. But his best friend was Blacky. Blacky was a black Labrador. But age had taken its toll. Blacky was now 12 years old but their love for each other was incomparable. They were almost like one soul in two bodies. Everyday exactly at 6:30 pm Blacky would wait at the door for Aditya to return from work. He would be the first one to greet him with his tail wagging like a wild flag. ‘Nothing has changed’, thought Aditya with a smile as he walked through the door and saw Blacky waiting for him with his tail wagging. It was the same story day after day. Nothing had changed. And father. Nothing had changed there too as he saw his father sitting on sofa listening to an old sad hindi music lost in some deep thought. No, something had changed. Maybe he never noticed. His father had become much more frail, almost a skeleton and now he only listened to sad songs instead of his usual peppy numbers. His loving mother. His entire world. Still fussing over him like a small child. But even she had become so pale and frail going about her usual kitchen work. She wore no make up now Aditya noticed. Her eyes had become two hollow pits. ‘Strange’, thought Aditya. His mother was an epitome of beauty and it was a well known fact that she was the most beautiful woman in the family. But this pale lifeless woman was unknown to Aditya. ‘Strange !!’ wondered Aditya. ‘What has happened ?’ Blacky started barking as Aditya bent down to pat his head. ‘Good old Blacky’, thought Aditya. ‘Atleast you have not changed’. Blacky kept wagging his tail and barking as Aditya stroked his chin. Shut Up Blacky… suddenly yelled Father. Mother looked at Blacky with lifeless eyes filled with tears. ‘I don’t know what gets into this Dog every evening at 6:30 pm. It has become an everyday feature’. Father’s voice almost chocked with emotions. ‘Quiet Blacky’ yelled Father once again. ‘He is not coming back anymore. He has gone forever. Can’t you understand? For 5 years you have been sitting there every evening and barking but Aditya is not coming back. Why did he not take the car to work that day? Why did he have to to take the metro ? Why did he have to cross the street? Why did the bus have to hit him ?…… ’Quiet Blacky’, cried father as he saw Blacky wagging his tail and barking into empty space. Distorted Minds Contest Prompt: Pen a story which centers around a dysfunctional family gathering. 499 words |
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