He was not on his seat. I checked in the
cafeteria. Not there. In the lobby. Not there. Asked others. No clue. Returned
to my seat. Suddenly remembered his favourite hideaway in office. Went to the
terrace. There he was, sitting on the steps, staring at highrises. Went upto
him and sat beside.
“Anything bothering you?” I asked.
He turned his face sideways, looked at me.
He was expressionless.
Returning back to staring ahead he said, “Dad
believes I’ll never be able to claim my stakes in the world. He finds me too
coyish for that. I’ll just be Someone in this world.”
I took his hands in mine and said, “You may
remain only ‘Someone’ to the world, but to someone you are the world.” He
turned sideways again. This time he had lots of expressions on his face. I
wished he would understand what I meant.
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