The postman came with a letter. Ten years had been passed in a wait and when I gave up every hope, it came like a savior. I’d never expected that my only son, Rohan would change to become a stranger for his own dad who loved him more than himself. I ran towards the gate though my feet refused, almost wilted. As I opened to read it, a strange fear enveloped me. It wasn’t from Rohan but from my wife, Simran, whom I had murdered exactly ten years back from today. Her innocent wrinkled face appeared before me. I gasped.
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