Raman is sitting on the front porch of his house. It looks like he is engaged in some kind of deep thought, with onr hand on his cheek and biting the nails off the fingers of the other one.
Today, the weather is somewhat resplendent as compared to other days. A little ahead of his house. some boys are playing cricket with their usual screaming and chatters. Also small kids are engaged in some kind of games and they were shouting on top of their voices.
But their chaos seems to be not enough to ruffle Raman’s pensive mood. He appears to be very nervous as his legs are trembling in an uncontrollable rhythm.
Raman’s family was fed up of his carefree attitude in life and seldom found him taking interest in studies. He would often bunk classes and his short-tempered nature was the matter of concern for his parents.
But he was one charming boy. In spite of all this, he never hurt his parents. Kind and helpful, Raman was everyone’s favourite. People always raved about his helping nature.
Raman is still engaged in deep thinking. Just then, a familiar voice broke his concentration. “Ma wants you to come in” said his kid brother. “I’ve packed your lunch. Please try to eat it in time” his mother says in concern. Raman replies in an assuring tone, “I will, Ma. I should leave now. See you at evening”
He turns towards his two kid brothers and gives them a peck on their soft cheeks. The boys hug him back and bid goodbye. As Raman leaves the house, tears welled down the cheeks of his mother, who is witnessing the tiny shoulders of his 16-year old son getting burdened with responsibilities.
She goes inside the house and takes a glance at a garlanded picture and breaks down. Her two sons, both aged 4 and 5 respectively, watch their mother in bewilderment not knowing how to react.
Two months ago, her husband died after losing a prolonged battle with cancer. Leaving behind heaps of responsibilities on her and his carefree young son, Raman.