Game of Life
Neena Shaji
Elsa couldn’t be more happier. After 20 years her son was returning home. Her very own son. Elsa was only 17 when she had a son. She was unmarried and had to give up her son for adoption. Later on Elsa faced a lot of hurdles in her life. Her husband died few years after marriage and she had no other kids.
Life was meaningless to her. She felt it was some never ending journey. She had no family members living with her except for a servant boy named Rahul. He did not have a family and was staying with her since many years. He too was around 20, almost the same age as her son.
She tried almost every single way to find her son but all was in vain. Finally after years of searching God finally answered her prayers. A member of an NGO had promised her that he would trace her son and bring him home today. She was 100 per cent sure that her son would come today and now she wanted to live her life with her son alone. She had dismissed the servant boy Rahul yesterday but she was missing him now. There was something really special about hi,. But she was sure that her son would fill this void.
At 12 o’clock sharp, Mr Paul , the NGO member arrived at her home with a rather gloomy face. She got tensed. Paul said :”I am deeply sorry Mrs Elsa but I got bad news. I tried to trace your son but I couldn’t find him. Either he was adopted by someone else but there is no data to prove this or the most probable chance that he ran away when he was a kid. The orphanage he was put in no longer exists , so there aren’t any records available. I am extremely sorry but I really can’t do anything now. I will take your leave now. Bye.”
Elsa was shattered . All those years of waiting meant nothing in just a second. She was dreaming of her son day and night. Infact she even had prepared a room for him with all the best things of the world. She had made lots of food for him with love. But she was all alone now. She had enough. She did what she wanted to do the minute Mr Paul said those words. She jumped from the roof of her house.
Alas! She didn’t know the treasure which she was living with since many years. Rahul was her very own son. He had ran away from the orphanage at the age of ten and was doing all sorts of odd jobs as a way of earning. Under the same roof, neither the mother nor the son truly realized each other. The mother’s heart searched for someone else even though her everything was right beside her.