" I have to do something, I can't let them be hungry for yet another day." He thought, but what was he going to do.There was no work available & now his son, a healthy young man all of twenty five had been disposed of his work.Everything seemed gloomier with each passing day.No work, no money.He had to take a step, but what could he,approaching five decades of existence he was of no use as a new age constructional labor or even a rickshaw puller.But he could not see them sleeping hungry everyday.He was walking.Perhaps the dual effect of the sweating due to all that he was thinking & the city lights, made him dizzy for a few seconds.Sitting down on road side,he could still not fathom his next step.
As he watched the world pass by, each human with his own set of problems,it made him think,GOD where ever he is sitting right now does he look at his people, his supposed sons,ever.Then realized it was not GOD he had to think of now it was food.He remembered his friend telling him a few weeks ago about a guy who donated his kidney for twenty five thousand rupees.The clinic was just a few blocks away.He had mocked at such an idea then, but now it seemed more & more a possibility.What use were his kidneys anyway? But what would he tell his family when they ask "Where did you find so much money?" May be he would just say he had won a lottery or something,would they believe it. But would they believe it,what choice he had anyways.
He walked to that clinic,just ten paces away.Each step counted, each breath felt.
They told him he was not fit to donate, he had to put on atleast two more kilos.He laughed then at there brains & his luck.If he could put on those kilos would he come here.Perhaps he would come again on a better day, with a better luck.
He had a heavy heart when he went back to his home.But the ambiance at home was a little different ,his wife welcomed him with a smile,smile he had seen the last time when they took a photograph of them together few years ago.The picture was framed & still kept somewhere near there bed he remembered.His wife said "Come , I have cooked your favorite dish, we were just waiting for you to come home" He felt the same dizziness he felt at the road was he hearing it correctly, was she making a joke."How, where Did you get the money?" he said, each word spoken as if waiting for someone to laugh at him in between.She did laugh but not in the same sarcastic manner he had thought, but it was a more gay smile a homily smile."You know our son,its his money, he said he had bought a lottery ticket & as GOD wanted it,he won.Oh! how happy I am,but he said his stomach was a little upset so he won't eat with us now,What a pity.He is sleeping." She said.
He went to see him,he could see his sallow face,he knew where did he got the lottery ticket,what price he had paid for that.How could he eat the food of his son's blood.he just sat down where he was standing,closed his eyes.
Perhaps he had failed as a father, perhaps he hadn't....