: : LATE : :
Putting down the jug in the table, I looked at the clock once more. It was half past seven, Vasu should have returned from his school by then. Without wasting any moment further, I hurriedly called at the school's office to enquire if the school had been dismissed late. Unfortunately, it was not so. School bus must have arrived the bus-stop an hour back. Then where is Vasu?
I felt panic striken. My breathe had become fast. Why was Vasu not home yet? Where was he now? A swarm of questions arose in my mind. Vasu is our only son. A five year old soul full of life. We had raised him with all our attention and love. Our concern for him reached hieghts if we feel even a slight disturbance in his state. My anxiety for his abnormal late coming was obvious as this had never happened in the past few years of his school life.
My eyes were fixated on the round wall clock. It showed eight. I wasted no time and reached my cell-phone to call my husband. Rishi, Vasu's father, was still in his office. He was Vasu's favourite. My little child would not sleep without listening to bedtime stories from him. Rishi looked after his studies in the morning and after returning home, would play with his son despite all the tiredness and fatigue. Spending time with his son rendered him mental peace.
"Rishi, Vasu is still not home. I called in the school. It has been closed in usual timings. Shall I go and check in the nearby roads and shops. I am very worried now", I told him, with utter panic and fear. Rishi's voice came from the other side of the phone, "Anuradha, are you okay my dear? What are you saying? Vasu died two days back."