Palpable presence
Impressions, imprints are etched deeply on a child's mind, there are seldom things one leaves behind, One such memory is of dad being a story teller & chronicler in spite of busy times... Sharing one of his write-ups It was a cold & freezing night. Head bent against the wind, he walked briskly on the slippery road. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a vague silhouette. He stopped in his tracks & retraced his steps swiftly. He was shocked as he came face to face with the huddled figure. He sat on his haunches & stared aghast at the emaciated face with sunken sockets, but strangely twinkling, sparkling eyes. He did the first thing that came to his mind, put his arms under the grimy figure & lifted him up, struggling to make him stand. The bag of bones winced & muttered, “What are you doing?” Just in that moment he realized that the bony, wasted creature had a broken back & paralyzed legs. He then cradled him in his arms ...