Sam and Shalini noticed the teenage boy sitting by a tombstone. They saw the boy everytime they cut throught the cemetery to save time and distance. Initially, they ignored the boy. One day, Sam decided to enquire. In case if he could be of some help.
“Who is that boy sitting alone; I see him every time I am around,” Sam asked the caretaker, “ he is not an addict is he?”
“He is our Fazlu,” answered the caretaker, “he means no harm.”
“Why does a teenage boy spend time among the dead? This is no place for a boy,” commented Sam, “I find it unusual, don’t you?”
“He has questions for his father,” said the caretaker, “he wants his father to come back.”
The boy who was at the center of conversation was Abul Fazal, a resident of the neighborhood. Fazal was not aware what was Sam and the caretaker discussing. Neither did he care. All he cared about was what his mother told him, “Fazlu, your dad is watching us from the heaven; he is listening every thing we are saying.”
The day Fazal’s father was going to join his duty, Fazal had a fight at home and ran away. A few days later, Fazal’s father came back in a coffin draped in tricolor.
“Abbu, where are you? when are you coming home?I miss you abbu;” Fazal talked with his father every day, “I am studying hard and trying to be a good boy.”
Fazal’s queries remained unanswered.
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