GULMOHAR ROAD

Rajendra stood at the doorway, his eyes scanning the hallway one last time. He had lived in this house for over 40 years, raising a loving family, celebrating countless birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, festivals, and weathering life's storms.

But now, at the age of 85, he could no longer care for himself. His children had long since moved away, starting their own families. But the departure of his wife from the earthly realm was the final blow.

The old man took a deep breath, his eyes misting as recalled the sound of his children's laughter, the smell of his wife's cooking, the hustle and bustle whenever his grandchildren visited.

With a heavy heart, he locked the door behind him. He walked slowly down the garden path. The tree lined driveway replete with Gulmohars that his father had planted a generation ago seemed to weep crimson tears, showering him with fragrant petals.

As he reached the gate, he turned back to look at the house one last time. The windows seemed to stare back at him longingly.

With a sense of resignation, he turned and began his slow journey to the old age home.

Pic Courtesy: PINTEREST

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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