A Collapsed Father and A Successful Son.

When my Father was successful, I was a kid, a kid with bare eyes to see the distance, for nothing, between us. When he started declining from the mounts of success, I was somewhere in the way, we were on same track but still far and away, the only thing he was struggling and I was enjoying with a sense of "real defeat" of my Father, but the real pleasure was to be with him still far but in the same path. After a certain time he collapsed and I rejoiced, I collapsed and again he collapsed but this time I cried.

Time passed and I started feeling the distance was growing more and more, as two unsuccessful people can't be friends as it's a law of nature “Opposites attract each other ". Friends, I wanted, desired, wished, prayed only to be Friends. As I always saw from last few years or my whole existing years he was alone beside the family but don't we need friends.
I was nothing, I am nothing only the dark shadow of my father, as he liked to be alone in all the journey of life, the same I am but I don't want to walk alone, I want him in my life, in each of my steps coz " He always needed a friend", He need someone who is not different from him, only Him, only Me, only Friend.
With the blessings of whom they really blessed me, I started walking "alone", Everybody was running beside me but few were dead, quite and some who collapsed like "My Father" without any pre intention but with a acceptance, a acceptance of defeat over victory, a acceptance of grief and closed eyes. I walked away as we were never close, so the distance didn't matter whether it s few or very far.
As today I'm sitting next to HIM, I want to walk away on a indefinite distance becoz like him I like to be alone but his hand is closely wrapped to my hand, his eyes changed from ordinary color, a dark red color is filled in his eyes, in tears, in a different language between a son and his father. He wasn’t collapsed at any moment in his life as the only thing he was helpless but suddenly he collapsed in the successful arms of his own son. He fought till the last breath and he was certainly aware where he can make him free, in his own shadow, in his little kid's presence, in his best friend's successful arms.

Very special thanks to my good friend who shared his own dilemma and conclusion, which he rejoiced in his own life.

Cheers
Mayank Sharma Dadhich!!