Shaurya was frustrated. Nothing was going right for him. Covid has swallowed his job. Delivery of his wife was scheduled after 6 months. How will he manage all the things? Staring the roof, his mind was rushing with thoughts. He was alone in his room as his wife had gone to visit her parents. Just when he was about to put the lights off, his father entered the room.
Shaurya kept his eyes closed as if he is in deep sleep. His father came and kissed him on his forehead, switched off the lights and went out of the room. Shaurya was still lying on bed and remembered his childhood days when everything was fine. His father loved him and used to kiss his forehead on a regular basis. But as he grew up, the frequency reduced became nil until today. As memories from the past occupied his mind he soon fell asleep.
In the morning when he got up, his mother had already prepared the breakfast and was waiting for Shaurya’s father to come out. After waiting for 15 minutes, his mother went to the room to call him, but screamed “Shaurya!!!”. When he went inside the room he found his father’s dead body lying on the bed. Shaurya felt numb. Nothing was going right. He was filled with nostalgia of last kiss of his father on his forehead. It was the last feel, the last touch of his father.
Days passed by and Shaurya got a new job. Although it was nowhere close to his earlier one but he had no choice. Things were obviously not good. It seemed things were on the verge of being the worst.
Soon, the day came when Shaurya was blessed with a son. He held his son in his arms and couldn’t stop from kissing his forehead. Suddenly he remembered the kisses of his father which he had got a countless times. He had never understood their meaning when his father used to give him. Today he understood as this kiss has eroded away all his worries. A new energy that he can conquer the world now gushed through his veins. In this very moment, he felt to be the happiest man on the earth.
He went to his father’s room and opened the almirah. He remembered his father had kept an old shirt for this day. He brought that shirt and put it around his son and its sleeves around himself with mist in his eyes.
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