Friday, February 20, 2009

Just A Thought

Little Mickie was with his best friend, Chickie. It was evening time and instead of playing cricket outside they were in his room playing Scotland Yard (a detective board game).

“Hey,” Mickie said, “yesterday I saw my dad shouting at grandpa.”

“Really? Your grandpa means your dad’s dad, right?

“Ya.”

“God! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shout at my dad.”

“Same here. I couldn’t believe it.”

They continued with their game. Outside the room Mickie’s dad, sitting idly on the couch, happened to overhear the conversation. As a child even he used to shudder in front of his dad. Perhaps more than his own son did in front of him.

Looking out pensively at the evening Sun, through the window, he realized: nobody dares to eye a noon Sun. But when the Sun is half into the lap of horizon

A shadow of remorse, soon, blanketed his conscience.



By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY