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A hope

" Has he gone" the woman asked. the two looked at the lying boy in his bed. There was no sorrow in their eyes, no merry; no meaning . " I don't know, perhaps". The man answered. As if talking to herself, she murmured: "no, I think…perhaps ; he did not yet". They again don't know why they are waiting, nor for what they are waiting.
She wondered "how long was he lying like that? Years? Many years now; and the child still gazing on the ceiling. His eyes empty, his hands cold. had he borne dead? She could not remember. But, wait, no, she remembered; he, for many times, filed her life; smiling, cooing , playing with her. She remembered the moment she delivered him to life. The happiest moment in her life. How beautiful he was. How she embraced his so small body in her arms, how she fed him, giving him her breast's milk. Was all that only imaginations?. Could not be sure. Was he really alive, or she wished to?
He wondered " should we wait for ever? How long should we wish him alive? Many years we were waiting for him to return back to life, many years we were watching his calmness and silence; he is dead. Iam bored . I wish I could get another child, wish that one day, an alive child would play with me, filed my life with his love, made it warm. And this boy is lying here, without a move, uselessly. He could not be my dream."
The woman looked at the man " you caused this. You was so acute with him. You was so hard to him. How many times he had called for you, but you did not recall?
And now what are you waiting for?"
The man looked at the woman " you! since the first moment had tried to dispose of him. You did not want him. And now you get it. Here is he, lying with no move. You are the one to be blamed. You should have cared him and protect him, but you did not."
" if he is dead; then there is no need for him to stay here; we should burry him." The woman said, and add, " his body will be corrupted, the bad smell will fill the room. Then we can not keep him long, we should dispose of the body." The man did not reply. He thought. " if he is dead, then, no way, we should burry him."
She thought " even so, he still fill our room, giving our life a meaning. Oh, God, if he could rise to his feet, laugh and play with us, Oh, God, if he—" a very low sound is hear in the room. They both raised and approached the bed of the child; no, there is no sign; he is still so cold and calm.
" look .. he is smiling, I see something in his eyes..look" the man cried. She looked, "yes, there is something, let us wait." She murmured.
They back to their seats. " tomorrow, he will get up, will come to me to play, tomorrow I will take him in my arms. Oh, God is it possible?" she thought.
" I should get another child, it is my dream. But still, I hope; he will recover. Oh, God how nice he was. What was the reason for all that?"
he looked around the room, "cold and dark, every thing in it is cold and dark. The curtains on. The sun rays never entered through. May be if I drew the curtains then rays will come through, and may be I can see the trees outside, hear the voices of the birds". He stepped to the window, but hesitate " I think there is no sun outside, it is night"
" how long we were here.. waiting" he questioned. " how long? Since the beginning" she answered. " could we try any thing ?" he questioned again. Bitterly she whispered," I tried all my best, do you think I did not?" burst in tears, felt so miserable, he is her only child, only dream, why should he go away like that? She had tried every possible way, with all the love in her heart. And now, she don’t know why all that happened, may be he knows.
A bad smell filled the room, smell of corruption and death, so strong.
" if we buried him, what is left for us" he wondered " could it be possible, is any other boy able to fill my life and hers"
" Oh, God! The smell is so strong, death smell, now it will be spread out. No use, we should burry him, he should be out of here, he has really gone" the woman talked as if to herself.
" Few hours and the sun will rise. Then we will be obliged to burry him; the smell would be stronger, no use of waiting, he is really dead." The man talked to himself.

Even though, they both did not move.


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