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Friday, 24 January 2014
Sometimes The Heart Sees What Is Invisible To The Eye
been ages, I saw Ritwik. He is my son. I miss him. Talking to him alone doesn’t
keep me happy. I wish to see him.’
call him up and say, we are getting divorced. He will come rushing at this
misery of ours,’ smirked Mr. Patil.
might get frantic and explode on the phone. I wonder what makes him so busy all
the 365 days of the year. The sky won’t fall down if he takes a week’s leave
and comes down to visit us. But no, he
won’t!’ trailed Mrs Patil’s voice.
We parents are like erasers, erasing our child’s mistakes, we ourselves get
hurt because of them and each time we lose a part of ourselves when we vanish
their mistakes, just like an eraser; getting older day by day,’ Mr Patil said.
‘But, aaho we are made to be like this. To help
them, get through. One day, we know we will be gone, yet,’ she said in her typical
her eyes caught sight of Ritwik at the door, listening to each word of their
please forgive me. I know I am at fault. It’s your anniversary today. Sometimes
the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. I felt the pain in your
voice when I spoke to you last. I am really apologetic about my hectic work
schedule. I miss you both as much as you miss me!’ and the trio hugged as tears
flowed down their cheeks.