A Different Rebirth - short story...
Mr.R is upto his usual work. Cleaning the desk- the first thing he does when he steps into his cabin. ‘A tiresome week!’ says something in his head. ‘Atleast all the bills are cleared…Or is it?’ ‘Let’s check… the electricity, grocery bills, family insurance, mediclaim, credit/debit card clearance, car EMI, housemaid’s salary, typist’s salary, driver’s salary, D’s tuition fee…Phew! I’ll be damned if I leave out something, if at all anything. Huh! What am I thinking?? I’m going nuts.’ A knock. ‘Mr.R?’ ‘You’re late’ ‘I can explain-’ ‘Get to work!’ he bellowed at the timid thing, I mean, the typist cum attendant. Mr.R set right the photo stand on his desk. He saw his wife’s eyes staring blankly at him, with a trace of a smile on her lips though. ‘How expressionless they are!’ he wondered. ‘Always the same. One can never trust those eyes - those two black, boring eyes’. And there were D’s eyes smirking at him. He doesn’t see him smile th...