The days gone by

As Amas lay unconscious on the hospital bed his mother sat on a stool by his side looking at his face and reminiscing about the good old days, when they did not have to worry about anything and their family had not 2 but 3 members. Prior to their arrival in Delhi, the family had incurred the loss of one of the pillars of the family, i. e. Amas's father had been sick with Blood Cancer in the last stage before dying. It was a hassle for them to even drink water in his last few months and in the last few days he had to take in all the fluids and could not have any solid items to eat, but it was all okay since they thought once he was all right they'd treat him on various of his favorite items that were usually on his expenses but after recovery, it'd be on Amas and his mom.

But the next day Amas woke up to the doctor informing them that they had lost him, both of them Amas and his mom were shocked and sad. The grief was so strong that Amas did not eat for almost a fortnight, part of which was because of the rituals a son had to perform after his father's passing but at least the rituals allowed the son to consume fruits for just 13 days. Amas did not eat anything for 15 days, from the day before his father passed away to the day of the last ritual. he wouldn't have eaten on the last day too if it wasn't for the ritual that the son had to eat before the distribution of the food among the brahmins of the Hindu society.

The day after that was never the same as before, no matter how much he and his mother tried to act normal, the emptiness, the extra space of that one man would still tease them as if reminding them of all the bad things they did to the man. Sometimes tears would fall out of his eyes just by looking at where his father used to sit at the dining table, thinking that the seat will never be taken again now and that they'd never buy three tickets to any place. It would just be the two of them. Amas tried his best to not let it show in front of his mom but she knew how her dear son had felt all along. That's why she had applied for a transfer, and paid fees for a new school a school that would have been impossible to be admitted to if she had not paid the undertakings, just so that her son could be in a better position. A stream of tears rolled down her face as she thought about all the events in the recent past and then she turned to Amas, who looked like was having a good sleep and the thought that might not ever wake up from this deep sleep turned the sobs of his mother into loud cries of a child, cries of a child when she sees her favorite character in a movie take the bullet and die. The doctor came to check on them but when he saw her crying there on her boy's shoulder, he couldn't even move. He knew that the moment belonged to her and her only, he couldn't possibly soothe her pain down so didn't try to. He just let her take it all out there right by the side of her son.