The curtains fluttered and the gush of the wind entered through the window of Kedar.The four walls of his room displayed beautiful pictures of his Happy days.You could see the perfect family picture,the wedding snap of his son,the feliciation photo from his farewell and some laminated certificates proudly framed.
The bedside table of his had the picture of him as a handsome young man recently married to his beautiful wife.Kedar opened the drawer and took out his diary.Flipping through the pages of it he got transported to his Happy land.He carelessly moved his fingers through the page where he had written his joy being blessed with a Baby Boy.He still remembers how special he felt carrying the child in his arm for the first time.Flipping through the pages he found his memories of seeing his son perform in the school concert,his first day in the college,the first job offer his son got,the day of his wedding all flashed in front of Kedar's eyes.
He fondly remembered the time when Kedar and his wife felt overjoyed being blessed with a cute grandson.They both had distributed sweets in the neighborhood.He also remembered the day when his son broke the news of setting abroad,his wife could not sleep the whole night and he too paced up and down the balcony with a million thoughts trespassing his mind.But as a parent he knew he had to let his son shine and follow his dreams.He explained to his wife the importance of acceptance.
From then both of them were left by themselves.They eagerly waited every year for Diwali as that was the time for their son to be back home.Soon the phone calls dwindled and Kedar realized that their child had a busy life.Kedar's wife would frequently shed tears flipping the albums and even during her last days she wished to see his son and her grandson.
Some wishes don't get answered and Kedar's wife breathed her last pining to see her son one last time.Kedar lives alone,his wrinkled cheeks and shaky hands still hope to be touched by the warmth of Love.He pines for attention and care but deep down he knew that he could only flip through the pages of his dear diary and enjoy a few moments of happiness and union with his son.