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K G HARIHARAN

Abstract Drama


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K G HARIHARAN

Abstract Drama


Fear

Fear

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I saw him walking up in bedraggled clothes; khaki coloured from top to bottom.

For the dirt to reveal through the khaki colour meant that the clothes were really dirty.

The face wasn’t too clean either. Pale colour skin, overgrown beard and long hair.

It was logical to get questions in your mind.

It had barely been a month since I admitted my child in a pre-school.

We are used to reaching school ahead of time and as was the norm, my son’s mother was the one to greet him first at the gates.


Little kids are sent off from school one at a time so as to minimise the confusion. The arrival of this person would follow mine and he would stand at the gate awaiting the kids. Seeing him I would wonder what kind of parents would send an auto driver for their little kid’s pick up? It was one thing to send for a decent auto driver. This person looked so scary! I do not think the school would allow any kid to leave with him.

The bell rang; the school was over. It’s the turn of the youngest kids to leave the school first.

He seemed just as anxious as I was. Just then, a teacher brought a young child over and handed over to him with a smile.

The kid embraced him joyously.


While carrying the child in his arms, he was getting him to wear his shoes. The child continued to cling on to him with a lot of love. The child looked neat and clean in appearance. The clothes looked great and his shoes were letting out a shine.

I tried to focus and overhear their conversation. The child called him “grandfather”, the hands circling him in a girdle of love, kissing him every now and then.

My son arrived. It was now my turn to hold him in my hands and get him to wear his shoes. I was very happy to see my son but shocked all the same to realise how this kid ignored his grandfather’s dirty clothes and was not scared of his dishevelled grey hair.


My fear started to wane as in the process of shining his grandson’s shoes, the man’s slippers revealed the multiple stitches used to repair his own.

THE END

डर”

A Short Story In Hindi By Vishwa Priya Titled "Dar"

 https://storymirror.com/read/hindi/story/ddr/6i35mhy6



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