I was at the counter, serving customers. The clock had just struck twelve: high noon. Then I felt a wave of tremors avalanching on my left eye. It lasted a few seconds, but the magnitude of the waves, I guessed, was no less than 8.0 on Richter scale.
Soon, the call came, but a veiled one. As I left, I approached the bus stand staggering like a man with no idea what to expect. When I reached home hours later, my father was no longer alive.
But before proceeding towards the other shore, he did at least let me know.
Soon, the call came, but a veiled one. As I left, I approached the bus stand staggering like a man with no idea what to expect. When I reached home hours later, my father was no longer alive.
But before proceeding towards the other shore, he did at least let me know.
