Fathers and Sons

 

In the past, an old man’s wife found fresh dose of love in her late fifties. She ditched him and eloped with her middle-aged lover, leaving behind a brood of five grown up men and women, two of them already having little children of their own. I happen to overhear a row between the old man, in his eighties now, and his graying son. They are very angry at each other. ‘Your wife ran away with someone. You are fit for nothing,’ the son probes his fingers in the hurtful corner of the old man’s heart. ‘And your mother eloped with a goon,’ the old man countered. Then both of them turned silent under the weight of the family history.