Daily clashes at home had created an aversion in her mind. After two years she came back with a hope to rejuvenate the family but nothing ever worked. A dominant brother, an orthodox father and a kind hearted mother, family values and love seemed like something that only existed in neighbors house. Last night her brother went berserk and the outcome of the clamor was tears in everyone’s eyes.
Next day, to break the silence in the house the family decided visit India Gate at 10 in the night. Some places are known for night fun for families. The green gardens were filled with groups of people chatting and laughing crazily. Some old people with a silent smile, observing the movements around. Children juggling from one stall to the other. The sounds of laughter was buzzing in the silence of her mind and pushing the muddled thoughts out. She felt relieved.
A kaleidoscope at the roadside was catching the attention of the kids and formed a flock of juniors around it. Children were looking from the small openings on the hexagonal sides of the instrument. The excitement was visible in the giggling sound but there was one face which was dull and lost. A small boy who was spinning the wheel of the kaleidoscope and sitting on the opposite side of the crowd. He was watching people moving in groups, enjoying the mouthwatering dishes and laughing freely. Children pushing their parents to play with them.
The stillness on his face had a story but there was no one to listen. She ruffled his hair and talked to him for sometime. Sharing the sad is a power in itself and everyone needs it.
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