I was coming back from my evening walk. For the last 40 years it had been my daily routine. . I was very much familiar to the route and for that matter my entire village.
I walked past Lord Balaji's temple gates. Then I took a diversion to our lane. I saw Krishna Murthy, my colleague and his wife. His wife had tears in her eyes. Their son Venkat was going abroad for higher studies. He was 20 years old and I had seen him grow. From the time he was born I saw him grow inch by inch. He was leaving now and I felt like wishing him Good luck, but I knew he wouldn't respond. Anyway my blessings are always with him, I thought. As I walked past them I saw a religious ceremony being performed by a couple. I had never seen them in the village earlier. I went into the house. I came to know that they had bought Sita Ramaiah's house and were performing the House-Warming function. They have changed the outlook of the house, it is looking so different, I said to myself. I came out of the house and started walking still further .My steps were becoming bigger and bigger and I found myself almost running. I could see the gate of my house and even the big lock on the gate. Still, believing that my eyes were deceiving me I walked towards it. Now the lock was even more clearly visible. I stopped and turned around. I couldn't hide back my tears. I cried out aloud but nobody heard me.
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I was returning from my evening walk. I walked past Lord Balaji's temple gates. Then I took a diversion to our lane. I saw a rather young Krishna Murthy giving away sweets to the entire lane. His wife was standing near their doorstep carrying a very small and cute baby boy. Sita Ramaiah and his wife, Diwakar garu and his wife all were there looking at the boy fondly calling him Venkat Venkat. He was only 4 days old then. Oh! How small he was. I blessed the child wholeheartedly. Then I started walking towards my home. I could see some function at my house. I wondered what it was. On reaching the gates I was surprised to see my daughter clad in a beautiful maroon sari with zari. She looked like Goddess Lakhmi. I heard two guests speaking that my daughter was very lucky to have got a very good husband. I also came to know that he was a reputed doctor in New York. I peeped into my house. My wife was crying profusely. My elder son was consoling her. I couldn't stay there any longer. I rushed out of the house. That was the last time I saw her. I didn't return for three days. On the fourth day, however, I couldn't stay back. I felt an urgent need to see my wife. When I reached my house, there was nobody there. I heard the neighbours say that my son-in-law was my son's close friend and both of them were colleagues. So all four of them had gone to Chennai to get their Visa confirmed.
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That was 20 years ago. Since that day I come to my house everyday with a new hope that my wife would be back.
Well, there was nothing I could do now. So I went back to the place I lived or rather call it where I stayed. I stepped into my grave and lay there still trying not to disturb the stillness of the graveyard.
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