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‘I’m leaving. This was a mistake,’ snapped Dhruv, jumped out of his chair and
left the room, still not sure why he even visited him in the first place. Outside, he
sat on one of the benches, desperately trying to feel sad about his father’s

imminent demise but all he could think of was the years of torment he had gone
through. Was he being selfish?
He began to think how people cry even when their dogs die and Dhruv was

failing to feel that emotion for his own father. How pathetic was that? Why?
Why didn’t he feel anything? Had even sorrow left him?
He was sitting there, nodding, trying to feel alright about himself when the

first tears started to flow. And as if his mind had taken offence, the times he had
spent with his father, however little and fleeting, came flooding to his mind in a
sepia-tinged montage and he cried and cried and cried.

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