The Dilemma of Hemant

Hemant slowly entered the house, silently, without anyone's notice. His mother, Sheetal , was glued to the television, watching the daily soap - the only thing that seemed to warm her rather ice-cold demeanour. His elder sister Varsha was fiercely toying with her gaming station . She was wild and disobedient, mostly unpredictable, going about with a mind of her own. His grandfather Prakhar , was seated at the balcony, with his perennially angry red eyes. He always carried himself with an elevated temper, which even mellowed Varsha out sometimes. The only member missing now was Sharad , Hemant's father, whose presence always brought a charm and a sense of belonging. But he was at the office, much to Hemant's disliking, as he longed for the bright smile of his father as soon as he entered home. Hemant tiptoed to the terrace without bothering anyone, to the only person who brought peace and comfort in his life. Standing at the corner of the terrace, looking out in the distan...