Inflammable Tears
It was late, very late, chilling too. I was awake till 4 AM to finish a review report regarding a bussiness deal. Thanks to the power cut schedule, for this abnormal nocturnal routine. I was about to sleep, yawning, I opened the window for some fresh air. Far accross the countryside, I saw a small window open, with a silhouette of an old man in his mid 60's I guess. My intuition was advocating that he has dampness in his eyes, which must be sponsoring the sadness within him. This was the same old man who had 2 sons and a daughter. Both the sons were abroad for the last 30 years, and never ever visited home thereafter. They though used to send some amount every 2 years to the lonely father. Everyone knew about the money, as the old man always hurried towards the bank for denominations of 1$ each, when he recieved the money from his sons. The only daughter, who is now a widow with 3 children is busy upbringing them, though she comes to see her father very often. His dear wife was onl...
