memories

It was a misty morning. The city was in rush as everyday. Everyone is busy with their own business. No one cares about others. People were rushing towards their respective buses and taxies. There in the foot path lies a well dressed man. He doesn't cares about the world walking near by. He was sleeping deeply as he was in his own bed. "These drunken men.!!!!" someone says in a disgusting voice and passes him. As sun shines more brighter, he starts stretching his arms and legs. slowly he opened his eyes and winked to the sun. He wakes up as the world passes him. He stretched his arms and yawns in a loud voice. suddenly he started searching his pockets on both sides of coat as if he remind something. He took out a small bottle of whiskey from his coat and drank it completely and throw away the bottle to the garbage. He stands up and walked carelessly by humming a tune from an old movie. His name was Rishi. Rishi was infact a famous doctor. He was from a reputed uppercaste family. He had just completed medicine and practiced in a government medical college for few months only as a part of course. Rishi reached his home. It was a two storeyed building. His mother was sitting beside his father. They seemed like they were waiting for Rishi. Rishi walked into home with his trembling legs. His mother wept as he entered home. "Why are you weeping?? To whom are you showing??? Stop this nonsense!!!!" Rishi asked "Rishi...!" His father shouted at him "oh please don't shout!! I am no more a child who scares when you shout! Both of you together destroyed my life and now weeping for what?? "rishi shouted "what have we done my child?" his mother was crying when she says. "Don't make me remember all those things.!" Rishi wiped his eyes and walk away from them. "I will kill my self like this. I will suffer infront of you! you have to witness my death also. like you witnessed...." His voice breaks as murmurs..