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Spoils of …

The family was eating their dinner together.

It was a custom that all family members eat food together. But the dad kept looking at the empty seat in front of him. The usual clatter during their diners and lunches was absent. His wife and daughter were eating the food in silence, sobbing silently.

He kept going back to the day of the riots, the day his son was arrested. Just 15 years of age, he was there in the midst of it all, throwing stones at the cops. Someone had told him that people from other religion were torturing people from his cast, which had sparked a fire in his young belly. – A fire which should have been used for society betterment was now being used to nurture hatred.

The father cursed himself for allowing this to happen.After all, it was his task to protect his children from such negative elements of the society. It didn’t occur, nor did it matter to him, that he spent more than 14 hours per day away from his house, working hard to put food on the table. It was, he thought, his duty to shield his kids.

He slowly put the morsel of food down. Prayed silently to God, for forgiveness and left the table.

Although the son was arrested, the family died that day.

All falsely, in the name of religion.

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Hometown…

There is this place called as the Hometown, this place, has a special meaning in everyone’s heart… It could be a small village, a town, a city or even a huge metropolis….

We all have this connection towards it, there is this strange feeling that runs through, when we are traveling towards it. There is this smile which keeps on popping up on the face when you are there. The things seem so similar and that they have a weird connection towards oneself…

It is a place, where we never feel lost or alone or as an outsider, it is a place where one can feel an authority, a connection, a nirvana… All roads are familiar, all places are known, every nook and corner…

When one is there, it feels like as if we had left it yesterday and are back again the next day, we cherish those get together spots or katta’s, those wada wallas and those ice cream parlours, we know them since our childhoods and college days…

But, then there is this feeling that, you have to go back to the place where you work and make a living… There is always this feeling within, that someday, someday I will come back and settle down here, a place which one knows and is cherished… A place where you have that irreplaceable sense of connection…

But, still as time passes, one keeps on cherishing the memories, from this one place called as the Hometown…

As the vacation nears to an end, we pack the bags and plan to come back here to spend some more time, albeit but like an athithi…