Rohit got back home tired from his office where he never wanted to work but looking at his poor household needs he had no choice but to work streneously.

He dropped his bag on the rugged sofa and sat down exhasperatingly, Looking at the beautiful wildlife pictures hung on the left wall.

Thinking of his good old days he remained on the sofa with his eyes closed while tears ran down from them. He had a fate and he accepted it while depressing his long Lost self that no body cared of.

Suddenly he heard a voice from the kitchen, calling his name.

His mother came out ofthe kitchen with a glass of water and sat beside him while...