It was still dark but Rahul was in the dining room pondering over the happenings of last few days. He wished to return back to his native but he was stuck here in Pune with exams. Why I chose to come here for Post-Graduation – thought Rahul.

Though his father was dead against his decision of taking up Journalism as his career choice, he remained adamant and subsequently managed to fulfill the dream he had seen long back, that is, to carve a niche for himself in the field of Journalism.

But today, sitting in the dining room he was repenting over his decision of coming so far. What am I doing in the midst of strangers – struck him and it did not take him long to decide his course of action. He decided to go back and be with his father but yet again what would he tell his father as why he came back when his post-graduation was just half way through.

The silence was engulfing his strength and he felt very weak for some strange reasons. Last night he wept again over the fact that he was missing his father more than ever. He still remembered vividly as how his father wept when he came down to Bangalore to pursue his graduation in Journalism. For a moment he felt of breaking all the shackles and flee back to him but that could have spoiled his entire plans of making it big in the media industry on his own.

He always took pride in the fact that being from a middle class, Hindi speaking family, he was well versed with the language of the Brit. His father’s faith had often shattered his entire being but that is how life is!

He stood up and moved to the wardrobe where he kept his most cherished gift, a watch presented by his father on his last birthday. Taking out the watch, he felt an urge to switch on the radio and listen to the music while others slept with out any care.

Music might wake up the entire building – he thought and finally took out his old collection of cassettes. Looking at his most valuable possessions, the old melodies of Lata Mangeshkar, he switched on his walk-man and played the song he liked the most.

But, today his favourite song failed to give him solace and finally, he switched it off and took another sleeping pill. He had been taking these pills since the day he had his first attack of breathlessness. Sitting in the class and listening to the lecture on spirituality, he fainted to find himself in Hospital some time later.

He wished that he had died but death does not come to those who are blessed.