He unlocked the house and stepped in. This is the house where he was raised. He looked around. There was a family portrait on the wall in the living room. A book shelf in the corner stacked his favorite books. Another wall was adorned with his framed sketches.
He has come back from US after five years for his mother’s last rites. He couldn’t come when his father passed away two years back. He took another look at the portrait and then at the surroundings. Everything was the same just like it used to be when he was still here. But layers of dust covered everything. He felt as if the layers of dust had not just covered his surroundings but also his memories. He didn’t realize when his memories got buried beneath the dust. Tears of regret trickled down as he imagined his parents waiting for him all these years. His heart was now cleansed of the dust but it was too late.
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