THE PENCIL
Based on the story from Paulo Coelho’s novel, “Like the Flowing River” I was working on my laptop at my home and then suddenly, my son, Ishaan, came running towards me. I didn't bother to see him as I was too engrossed in my work as I had to complete the story and deliver it by today. But, he kept on insisting to listen to him. Sometimes, my son seems to get me irritated but you can’t help and there’s no pint in complaining, at least not before your son because, the kind of questions he will then ask will make you mad. I put the laptop down, turned to him, and asked in a harsh tone, “What! What is it that you want now, Ishaan? I told you not to disturb me. Cant you just finish your homework quietly until your mom comes back”. My wife had gone to neighbor to attend to a ceremony. I was also invited to it but I preferred to stay back as I had deadline to meet. As I was engrossed in my own thoughts, Ishaan pulled my hand again, and showed the pencil before me, an