I am Sanjay, age 45. I am writing
this because everything is going awkward now days. It’s turmoil phase of my
life.
We
are three children to our parents. Elder sister Surekha, me and younger brother
Shyam. Due to a small fight during our teenage time, we became separate. After marriage,
we went both physically and mentally far apart (parents came with me). I never
tried to know what they were doing. Time rolled. My parents passed away 5 years
ago. The funeral was the last time I saw my siblings. Things were ‘normal’
without their memory.
However,
a novel trilogy released last year, written by Mr.Black was agitating me. First
novel dealt with an edge teenager with his mother going on a quest in search of
the father who disappeared suddenly. The novels ends as he finds his father
dead. He discovers that he has a half-sister for whom dad died protecting. Second
novel is same story, but in the half-sister’s perspective. It answers many questions,
which left unanswered in first book. Though suspense and thrilling was main
theme of these books, I liked the sensual part, which portrayed feelings of
loss authentically. Third book was not thriller. It was conclusion to previous
two part, as the girl trying to become the member of the family and succeeds in
it. Nevertheless, it had too many cute moments. Third book became my favourite
one.
It
all started here. I know, I have a sister and a brother, but still I could not tolerate
them. Whereas, in this trilogy, he lives happily with his half-sister even
though he did not know he had one. Guilty started to attack me. I felt that I have
to go in search of my siblings. However, I refused to act. Just kept my mouth
shut and limbs tied. Sleep goddess denied her blessings over me. My wife and
children asked me whether I have any problem. I said ‘no’.
As
the escape from the reality, I decided to meet the author. However, there was
nothing about him in any book. No photo, address, real name. I went to
publication office. The manager of that publication happened to be my father’s
friend. When I asked the address, he smiled and gave me the slip. A strange
smile. I followed the address and found the home. I pressed calling bell. When the
door opened, I found myself going numb. It was my brother. I understood why the
manager gave that smile. ‘Shyam’ means ‘Black’ in Sanskrit.
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