It was Mr. Sinha’s last working day and all he wanted was for his only son to be present at his retirement ceremony. Perhaps, it was just wishful thinking.
Back in the sultry Los Angeles, Aman was packing his bags to visit his parents for the first time in 10 years. He had not seen them after he moved out for academic pursuits. He was all of 18 then. Today, Aman was successful, and as a result, life was busy.
As Aman entered his old home in the sleepy town he grew up in, he expected to be hit by an air of familiarity. He looked for his favourite swing on the lawn, but it was missing. He expected his dog to jump on him, but the hyperactive puppy was now too old to move. Nothing was like he remembered. His parents seemed to have grown a lot older than he imagined. Something in Aman’s heart moved for the first time in years.
Mr. and Mrs. Sinha looked at Aman in disbelief as they saw their son standing in the doorway. Aman walked toward them as they smiled at him rather awkwardly. There was customary hugging followed by small talk. “I am here on some business, dad.” There were questions, but no one was asking them. It was best to say nothing at the moment.
Aman felt deep regret, sadness within as he looked at his parents going about their chores.
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