Let's meet at the funeral
It was Sunday. And as usual he woke up earlier than weekdays. Whenever he gets up, he never sits on his bed for a few seconds. Instead, he prefers to get up in haste, and starts folding his off-white coloured bed sheet, which is untidy at some places and torn at the edges. A stream of thoughts starts reverberating in his mind; especially of his elder daughter’s marriage. It’s been ten years; his hunt for a bridegroom is still on. At 66, his physique is flimsy, but whenever he speaks, his voice reaches to the maximum. A natural tenor that most of the lean personalities possesses. His is a mercurial behaviour that he has inherited since childhood. Often, he gets tense and furious over matters that are related to his life as well as of those he is not familiar with. The subject to get strained could vary. From a political fury to products price rise to unethical practises to company workers rights to irregular water supply to potholes during rains to sweeper’s absenteeism. The ...