Oh My R!

6. The Long Goodbye

My boy deserved to live.

He deserved to get married. Have dozens of offspring that fill every minute void in their daddy's life.

He deserved to shed tears when I get nailed in a coffin.

His children - my grand children - deserved to weep for their boring little grandma.

He deserved to live till his hair turned white, skin turned saggy, breathe slow, voice quiver, vision blur and overwhelmed with the unending love of his naughty flock of grandchildren.

He deserved to leave the world with my voice singing lullaby - like a distant coo of an intangible cuckoo - in his tranquil mind, and a satisfied smile on his lips.

He deserved to leave the world like a leaf that was taken away by a gentle breeze along the never-walked course.

He deserved to leave the world having experienced everything; best to the enlightening worst.

He deserved better.

She couldn't control her tears at this point so as the staffs and students who were listening to her mournful speech in the auditorium.

Miss.Apsara was standing in front of the podium that's obscured her up to her bosom. It was the biggest of the three auditoriums in PAC that had seats for more than 600.

The chairman, management level staffs, and reporters from a couple of famous newspapers occupied the front row while the rest of the college that was willing to hear what Red's mom has to say occupied the rest of the auditorium.

It was a week after R's demise. Red was caught up between the baseless gossips and a plethora of spin-offs of the story of his death.

Red's mom felt like these restless murmurs and Thashi's disgusting accusation won't keep Red at peace; it won't give him a closure.

She wanted to speak up. She wanted to publicly mourn the death of his beloved son. She wanted to beg everyone to not judge Red and let him find his peace.

She even dropped her charges against Thashi. Anyhow, it was impossible to push Thashi into the grasp of law without any evidence. Her whole accusation was based only by her emotions and motherly love.

She prompted the college management to let her speak to the students who might further take her emotions across the town. The chairman made use of the opportunity to clean up the tiny spots of defamation that was brought up by Red's death.

She stood there up on the stage. Alone. Just like she will be for the rest of her life. Her legs shivered a bit. She had her hands placed on the podium; either sides of the mic. That gave her both the emotional and physical support she desperately needed that time. She wore a black saree with white border; unintentionally matching the color combination of her house.

She already succeeded in melting even the hardest of the hearts in the crowd. In fact, even the eyes of the iniquitous chairman was wet. One could visibly see the regret in his eyes. It seemed to be enraging about the fact that such an awful thing had happened on his watch. After all, he was a father of three.

Red is dead now and a lot of people took it in the best of their interests to illustrate Red as some sort of abomination that faked a calm demeanor all along.

What do you know about MY RED?

He was a fetus of innocence in his mother's womb destined to be nothing but innocent for the rest of his life.

He was loved because of his innocence and equally bullied for the same.

He could never tell apart bullies and kind-hearted. His innocent eyes only saw benign. In his dictionary of innocence, even an evil smirk meant as a sweet smile.