The Bench Day 2
The conversation with the little
kid had managed to stoke a fire and breathe some life into his decaying soul.
The hope was obvious in his steps, instead of dragging himself into the park
like he had been doing over the past year, today he took big strides, although
as the park approached, his shoulders stooped and the dread of losing his
friend became obvious on his face. But God chose not to disappoint him, he
could see his little friend firmly perched on the bench. Eyes full of longing
and tiny hands flying in the air were beckoning him. The old man was filled
with joy, emotions rushed through his body and he found himself wiping some
tears with his sleeve. It had been so long since someone cared about his
existence. But like most other moments in his life, this joy was short lived,
it was immediately replaced with the dread of what if the kid makes a new
friend, what if a new toy grabs his attention, what if…He sat on the bench
wondering how to keep this little kid interested. The kid had beautiful round
face and big oval brown eyes. But when he looked up the old man could only see
the bruise above his eyes. Even before he could find out the reason for it, his
stomach curled up in anger. He often thought that injustice was one thing in
this world which could be sensed even before it could be heard. His old frail
hands gripped the bench harder, mentally he imagined himself clutching the
throat of the man who could be so cruel to this child.
Old Man: Hello young man, what
happened to your eye?
Kid: I fell while I was playing.
This answer sent the old man reeling
back into his childhood, how often he had used the same excuse. He would spends
nights thinking that his real father was in the army and one day he would
return to claim him. Over and over again his mind played this movie, his
brilliant escape, his father training him to be a great warrior, and the
climax, becoming the supreme protector of the weak. But years passed, no help
came, he could not protect himself. And he knew in his heart he could not
protect this child.
Kid: Let us become good.
Old Man: How do you propose we do
that?
Kid: I don’t know, you are the
big one, I thought you knew.
The old man knew this was the
moment where his utility to this kid would be defined. His desperately searched
for an answer. The kid looked at him probingly, his little finger was about to
be launched for a poke.
Old Man: I know how it can be
done.
Excitement ran through the child’s
face. Time for the lying to begin, time to build a castle of false hope.
Kid: Tell me how, I will do it
all. I am a brave kid.
Old Man: It takes time, I will
have to train you. You need to meet me here every day for the next one year.
Very easily he managed to secure
a one year bond with a few simple lies. He could feel the guilt like bile in
his mouth, he had fallen to a whole new level for human companionship.
Kid: Alright I will meet you here
every day. You are my teacher.
The innocence in the voice made
the old man shift uncomfortably in his seat. He turned away to avoid his eyes,
when he found the courage to look back, the kid had disappeared. He turned his
attention to the letter he was planning to write to his own kid. He wondered if
he would respond, it had been 5 years since he last saw him. He wondered was he
married, did he have kids. He could not think of words which would compensate
for the 5 years. Like every day other day he folded up the letter, but his eyes
caught something. His heart skipped a beat, the year on the letter was 2010,
that did not make sense, he did start writing the letter long back, but he was
sure it has not been more than a year. He remembered how he decided that the
fresh air from the park would help clear his mind and he could write the
letter. This date had to be wrong, it must be wrong!! It was the year 2013, he
must have made a mistake while writing the letter. A tiny voice in him asked
how he failed to notice the date for more than a year. He convinced himself he
probably needs some new glasses. His old age was finally catching up with his
eyes.