asmahajan

ADDRESSEE THIS TIME Giriraj standing on the temple stairs looked all round in the huge congregation of people with his scared and anxious eyes. It was a sight of innumerable human heads packed till the end of line of vision. Giriraj went short distances randomly into the crowd and returned dismayed without finding any signs of his son and daughter-in-law. The couple had deserted them there, miles, towns, cities and states away from their native Gujarat in that crowd of Kumbh Mela without bothering any oddity of embarrassment. The innocuous cover of the crowd had simplified the disappearance of the son- an easy simple escape like the fast disappearing sprinkled water in the rivulets of sweat running allover a man's body in a burning summer.