Radhakrishnan was my elder brother. From a very little age, he had started playing musical instruments and he had a tuned voice. Most of the time, he was engaged in playing music and I had hardly seen him studying. He was a genius musician for sure and had a bright future near him. But sadly, he died at the age of twenty four because of Malaria.
At that period of time, Malaria had become like a pandemic and the entire village was affected. Many people were dead and even my father and my Grandparents left this world because of this disease.
Only a few had survived, including my mother and I. We moved to another town, where my mother took up the job of a tailor and earned enough money to keep our living and my studies going on.
When I was twenty, I joined as a Government Official, and now my mother and I were living in a huge bungalow. The bungalow had a lot of exciting things, including a piano. Also there was a beautiful garden and a pretty fountain and a swing.
It was 23rd December. I remembered the specialty of this day. It was my brother, Radhakrishnan’s birthday. On that day, he used to play a special song with the piano and we used to sit around him and listen to his music. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about the day. I so wished that he was there.It had been almost two years since his death.
My mom was extremely sad and cried the whole day. I lit up a candle and placed some flowers in memory of him.
That night too, I had stayed up late to read some important official documents. My mom was sitting beside me and reading a book. With great efforts, I had been able to pacify her. We two were engaged in our own business.
Around twelve o’ clock we finally decided to go to bed and Mom went to her own room. When it was exactly twelve, the cuckoo came out of the clock, chirped and went inside again. Suddenly, a music came to my ears. I sat up for while and thinking it to be a mistake of mine, went to sleep again. The music was now louder and clearer than before. Who was playing it? This time I got off the bed and switched on the lights. The music was much louder now. I quickly ran to my mom’s room. She wasn’t there. What was happening?
Soon I ran to the drawing room. What I saw there I will never ever forget in my life.
A man was playing the piano. Some more people were sitting around him and clapping. And my mother was there too. She was standing near the front door. She too looked surprised like me. When I went near the man, I was panic-stricken. It was Radhakrishnan, playing the piano more rapidly than before, and the people sitting around him were my father and grandparents. I froze there. Just then, my brother and my father and grandparents turned to my mother and me and said ” Will you not join us and celebrate this day?” After that everythhing around me turned black and I was lost in that complete darkness.
After a while I opened my eyes to find myself sitting beside my father and grandparents and clapping with them in chorus. My mom was there too. Our bodies felt light and there was no fear or pain. The music played and played and we clapped and clapped…….
THE END
A Good story but what happens in the end ?? Means .. for me it seems an incomplete ending….
But a really freezing story
Good story but with incomplete ending
I have made the ending a mystery…….Read the story…..You can understand the boy and his mother died and they joined their relatives in the celebration……This story is telling that the boy’s father , his grandparent’s and his brother, Radhakrishnan came to take him and his mother with them. The family broke due to death and reunited due to death.
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