Apple of the Eye

The things we always dream of, he was living it. Each and every person on this planet has his own version of perfect life but still the life he had was something everyone just dreamt of, maybe only once but it was still a dream to many. A caring wife, loving parents and an adorable one-year-old brat. Life was just the way he had ever wanted. He had been a winner since the moment he was born; no one could ever steal his show and he loved the attention he always got for the accomplishments of his life. Now his wife, the girl who was a mother of a kid. Yeah mind my words “girl”, she still looked like a college student. She wasn’t any beauty but that was what that made her distinct – the way she always carried herself, those eyes stuffed with compassion and love for her son, admiration for her husband and respect for the in-laws.
He was a perfect son, father and a husband. Someone you can love with all your heart, mind, body and soul. He loved each and every member of his family with limits to eternity. He was the apple of the eye for everyone. But deep inside his love for his wife was purely eternal and in front her, he was still a child – a child who craved for love, a child who longed for attention. He was much like a child deep down, no matter how much he had accomplished he still wanted attention from people around him. After all, he was the one who made his life picture perfect; he deserved the attention. His son Rudra was a beautiful kid with a lot of mischief within him. Rudra’s mother now had to spend most of her time with Rudra to make sure he was all fit and fine. He was quite unhappy with the fact that his wife wasn’t able to give him much time. The moments he needed her, she was with Rudra. Rudra was clearly ascending that “apple of the eye” throne from his father but being a loving father he was more than happy because of it.
That was the day when he planned a picnic—he, she and Rudra picnic. It was a day well spent, quality time what we call it these days. When they returned in the evening, his wife was too tired to do anything for Rudra so she gave the responsibility to her husband to take care of him. And he accepted the offer with being more than happy. He adjusted Rudra on his shoulder and went to his room to spend some more time with him. The kid was just a pure blessing – eyes so pure, smile so divine he looked as if gods were seeing through eyes. The radiant skin, the glory in the aura; so pure, so serene. That was what he had always wanted – a happy life, settled life but his love for his wife was way beyond that; he just wanted her to be his. He didn’t want her to share with anybody. No one had the right steal the attention on which he claimed every right but with a smile on his face, he thought he is my son after all. He took him to his bed placed him softly on it and started stroking his head gently so that he sleep. After few minutes, Rudra slept.
“No one can steal the attention I deserve. No can share her love for me. Not even you, my baby boy!” he mumbled.
The pillow on the side of the bed was then pressed against that sweet innocent divine face and within few moments, he was in the arms of sleep forever; he was dead.

No one could ascend “the apple of the eye” throne.

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The festive mood

The festive mood
A festive week
A whole new set of 365 days waiting for us
With hopes in eyes for something better

We forget about very few someones and somewheres
A someone who lost a father
A someone who lost a brother
Someone who lost a husband
But in festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
While I am writing this
While you are reading this
Someone is struggling to calm the fire rising within belly
But in the festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
Somewhere on the other side of the world
Someone is always living on the threshold of life
Where a life is nothing but just a matter of eccentricity
But in the festive mood we forget

How can we forget?
Is the soul within us so shallow
We can’t even give few moment of our life to pray for them
But in festive mood we forget

Close your eyes and introspect
Someone within you is still innocent
Someone within you can’t forget
So raise that someone
I just made You pledge that this time we won’t forget.

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Merry Christmas to you all!
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P.S. this image made me smile, so I thought why not share with you!
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via Daily Prompt: Festive