Moksha

He could feel it.

He could feel the air from the ceiling fan. It was late afternoon and the natural light filtered by the curtain gave a faint yellowish glow to the otherwise dark living room.

He could feel them sitting on either side of him. His mother was fussing all over him.

“Do want some more food, chellam?”

He could still smell the aroma; but, he didn’t feel the hunger anymore. His father was quiet. He remembered those ever-radiant eyes. They were now weak, heavy with sadness. He then turned to face his mother. She slowly laid his head on her shoulder and held him.

“Go to sleep, my dear”

He felt peace. He faded into the darkness. He attained moksha.

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