“Khat Khatt Khat” the sound coming from the adjacent room took me out of the reverie. I checked my watch, it was 2 am.
“Pa…what are you doing at this time?”
“Nothing Beta…venting out my emotions,” Pa said without stopping his hands on the typewriter.
As usual, I entered Pa’s room with morning tea but didn’t find him on bed
He was sleeping on the typewriter.
I turned towards the table to wake him up.
He was cold & the typed papers were scattered all over.
I gathered all the papers.
Tears rolled down.
It was his last will.
By Ila Varma Feb.2017.