(Reminiscences of my Parsi neighbour)
A few years later, Sona got a job, and moved off to Singapore. Navroz felt deeply disappointed.
Navroz climbed on to the parapet, stood undecided for a few moments, and then he jumped. Thankfully, for him, a branch of a tree broke his fall, before he landed on the pavement. Thereafter, he was rushed to the hospital, and, although he survived, his lower back was damaged. He always wore a brace after that.
Is his father alive? If not, how is Navroz managing? Why did God give him such a difficult life? He was a nice human being, always polite and well-mannered. But he was helpless against the hallucinations that ravaged his mind.
Hope you are keeping well, Navroz.
(Published as a middle in The New Indian Express, South India Editions)
Published on February 10, 2017 21:45