The Strokes
✍️ Arvind Kumar
This time Thomson got angry with his father and left the house and went away.
He was in a job, so he stopped coming home.
Days passed, months passed and years passed.
One day he himself fell ill and felt lonely.
He remembered his father's love, how his father used to do everything for him even though he was not capable and used to sacrifice his life on one of our kilkari.
If there was any deficiency in my care, he would also say something to his wife whom he used to love endlessly.
then he realized that
oh
The whole house around me was busy in my work. Everyone used to see my face. Home is home, mother is mother, father is father, whatever he did, I was indirect in everything. Every decision is for me.
The stubbornness of not going home was useless, after all, who are they from whom the mind can be entertained.
It's been a long night but I'll go to my father today.
He took out the car in the dark of night and left.
It was 2 o'clock in the night, everyone must have slept, would it be appropriate to wake up in this night, thinking this was driving the car.
When he came near the house, he stopped by slowly applying the brakes so that no one's sleep was disturbed.
He saw that the door is still open after midnight......?
Fearing something untoward, he immediately ran inside and found his father lying in the courtyard.
On seeing him, he spread his arms and said, son, you have come. Tears welled up in the eyes of the son.
he asked his father
Why is the door of this house open even at midnight?
Till then
The mother ran from the next room and slipped and fell near the feet of the son and ...
The father said while lifting the mother running
""Hey son ! This door has not been closed since the day you left, I used to think that I do not know when you will come and it should not happen that after seeing the door closed, you will return.
You have come son but your mother has returned.
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