Story of Father And Son

Tragedy changed him....

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"All of sudden the light which were
sparkling faded away from my life.
All the happy faces got disguised;
Trust; happiness; soaked away from my life like the way people soak juice from a straw".

I was 14! Happy boy......
Tempted to learn, to know things,
I stayed in paying guest with
my friend and roommates who was
big enough to experienced?
How fascinating it is to be in treap;
To make a girlfriend, I grew up watching all these fascinating things which tempted my heart.

I knew I was away from my home to study; a boy from a small village with a big dream and expectation.
As without practice, I used to score 100 in math; I was good in studies; that what complied my parent to expect that I would do something big.

But In a whole wide world
I was bounded by brother and roommates who used to smoke weed in front of me. They used to say whenever they drag weed they would be flying and they used to feel rejoice.
Which made me think
How it would feel like to fly?
How it would feel like to get high?
As I was unknown to everything
that was lingering in front of me.
I was at an age where everything
was new and fascinating.
The way my Rommie deciphered its aftermath compelled me to believe
its worth, taking once in a life.....
All I knew was that its a contraband. But the way my roommates told stories about the weed compelled me to believe that its aftermath is more fascinating, then it's status( given by law)?...

Then one night we were in a terrace twanging guitar enjoying the exquisite sight of hills and at the far distance kanchandengoza (2nd highest peak of India) was changing its colour with a ray of the sleepy sun hiding underneath hills. That night
Our pg owner slipped out of the gate saying they wouldn't come at night.

Which made us extremely happy.
It was like a triumph after a heavy battle. We felt free and safe.

We sang our heart out; the sound of the guitar gets heavier and the fire
got wilder. That day we sang
"Smile" song of Eagle and
" Everything I do I do it for you"
As those songs were trending.
We felt good to enjoy our own company but as temperature decreases my Rommie started
to chop weed with his tiny scissors and I disembark tobacco from a cigarette.
He rolled the weed in a paper and started to drag weed with full of something which I can't able to comprehend, it was like love, emotions; I kept on staring his activities until his gesture aroused my heart to try once. So with my own will, I told him that I would love to drag once. He smiled and passed his joint onto my lips which I inhale through my lungs in a cold winter night making my cheeks extremely warm and eyes reddish.
I came downstairs laughing as my thigh became heavy and bulky and after a while, everything became standstill and I walk in slow motion.
I keep on laughing.

From that day I started to drag weed not because I was choosing a wrong path but because that moment I felt like its Alright. After all, I was only aware of its positive aspects.

I was happy and free but as the year passed by I come to realize that my Dad is diagnosed with serious diseases. Which he is hiding behind his smile since long ago.
I was astounded to see him losing his weight abruptly in a very short span of life his hair start to fall.
He couldn't able to move his own body, watching him defenceless waiting for a day to arrive; was killing me and the pain pierced underneath the corner of my heart slicing it into thousands of Pieces.

I was sure he'll overcome whatever that diagnoses were, As He was a strong person, military man the one who doesn't smoke and drink for the sake of staying healthy? and fit for family & a country?.

He was a superhero and was an example in my locality.
But Life was stabbing from the back,
Crashing his dreams, to spend remaining days of his life with family.
Slowly disease ploriflirate all over his body, fervently without letting him know, as it was painless.

He was so much excited to spent rest of his life with family, listening the sounds of chirping birds, the whistle of streams. Our home was far away from towns and cities but yes close to nature and away from all those places where ear filled with the sound of the bombs, guns, dynamite and grenade.

His dog rockey used to accompany him wherever he goes.
He retired at the age of 39.
He knew he can still work but unlike others, he never let money to direct the course of his life, more important was the family, love and life.
He chooses to spend his remaining day of this particular labyrinth;
rejoiceful with family by doing what he can.

He worked night and day to built his dream home. It took almost 2 years
to complete.

But just as he finished, life abruptly commenced to abandons him as one day his leg started aching and urine blocked for almost three days. Secretly he visited Doctor & came back home thinking it's normal as the doctor told him it happens very rare but it's normal; the doctor did take his blood and urine for a test and asked him to come the next day.

Next day pain has already gone and the moment he opens his eyes he saw a  glimpse of kanchandenjonga from his window which made him smile and being joyous he gazed her
his life laying beside him:-
"One who never complained and always believed in him"
He wrapped his arm around her and kiss her softly and disembark from his bed and walked towards the room of his son room and the empty room make him miss both.
So he heads downstairs noticing the New flowers which have blossoms,
all over the railing in different colours. From the front gate, Rocky gazing him, perplexedly, as if it is trying to say something and tears stroking from his eyes make his heart squeeze. C'mon boy get up; he says and heads towards the kitchen to have tea.
He makes tea with a feeling of making his beloved wife surprised and delight.
Which make him feel sweet, as the taste of a tea. It's been long since he has made serving her bed tea; as a ritual. He has planned already, how he would live the rest of his life when he was almost killed by an enemy during wars. To love her, every passing day. To remind her, He wanted to do things for her rather than for himself. He wanted her to start a day knowing he loves her
more than yesterday.
So he always woke first than her.
His gesture could always aspire one to deal with life, courageously, lovingly.

He knew today his report will come, and it wasn't bothering him much.

He looked so smart in blues jeans and Brown colour jacket. He lied that he is going bank to withdraw money and assured her that he gonna meet his sons. He was excited; his mood was usual and fresh air that kept on kissing his face revitalise him more and more. He used to miss this feeling when he has to be thousands of miles away from this place holding a gun and protecting the country from invaders and enemy.

He stepped inside the doctor chamber he found the chamber empty.
He has devised good relations with doctors, within two days.
He waited for doctors almost an hour after a long wait Doctor arrived; Which raced his heart at high speed. He heads inside his chamber as if he is excited about the report.

Air that was blowing around him got hot with a spark of rage coming from his body. He couldn't believe to his ears his eyes remained stoic.
He felt as if someone is slicing his heart in thousands of pieces with a sword. Lump in his throat suffocate him to breath but Still, he sat adamantly in the chair and asked doctors how much time I have?????????
The doctor lowered his spectacles and said with a sorry voice, might be three months.
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