Father to Son

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“It’s better to be childless than have a child like you!” his father shouted as his mother continued to shed tears behind him.

 

“But, papa…,” before he could finish his sentence, his father stormed out of the room.

 

As his shoulders shook and he bawled his eyes out against the pillow, he couldn’t help but remember his childhood. When his parents loved him… and now…

 

All they had ever wanted for him was happiness, right? Why’d they want him to do something he didn’t want to?

 

It was his father who had bought him his first novel. It was his father who had encouraged him to read more and more books. And now when he wanted to write them, he had a problem.

 

Why are people so complicated?

 

***

 

He tossed and turned on the bed as he tried to forget his recent outburst. His insides ached, and he suddenly felt very, very old.

 

He loved his son more than anyone else in the world. His happiness was more important to him than anything else. Still, as his son demanded to be allowed to take writing as a profession, he couldn’t help but be furious.

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He knew well how the society treated people who dare to do something different. His son, on the other hand, was still a child.

 

How could a father willingly let his child face the harsher side of the society if he could stop it, by any possible way?

 

All he expected from his son was to understand.

 

Why are people so complicated?

 

***

 

“Morning, dad,” he said nervously.

 

“Good morning, beta,” he replied cheerfully.

 

“I want to tell you something,” he said.

 

“So do I.”

 

“I want to tell you that I believe you. I believe that you would only want me to be happy. I understand that it’s me who matters. I’d be happy with whatever you choose for me, dad.”

 

“Okay. Do you want to learn literature or language? I think I can handle the Sharmas and Khannas on my own. And also, I think I raised you right.”

 

 


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  • Pratapchowdary Bollina

    Parents now a days! Penned in the point..