Everything was at the place where it used to be, not an inch
of deviation, there stood a chair and a table in the corner with a cigar case, a coffee mug and a diary with a pen on it. The other side of the room was
stationed with a simple bed with neat white carefully tucked
in bed sheets in the mattress. An antique wooden wardrobe stood erect despite
of its age beside the door, near the bed. And on bed sat an old man in
decently dressed dhoti . I had no idea my footsteps sounded so bad ,but
here I could hear them, I used to come here I remember,when I was little boy
but that was Decades back. Things were same as it used to be except the Person
in dhoti , it seemed he grew older.
I went near and touched his feet and sat beside the bed on the
chair, still silent and waiting the elderly to respond.
“You came! But late Attrey,
it’s all over now” breaking silence in a slow tone sniffing in all the air he could,
he spoke.
