BONUS-LAST

His tongue was too heavy to utter anything. He was still in shock, a state of disbelief had still encompassed him. His grey eyes kept on looking and tracing the cracks on the hardened mud of the grave.

Dilemma was hitting him, clutching him in its painful paws and tightening its grip on his heart with every second.

To say the least, he was baffled.

Grave.

It was a grave.

Grave of his mother.

Mother.

Who had died decades ago.

But still that day was freshened in his mind like yesterday.

Every intricate and minor detail was in the back of hiss head.

Often those details took shape of a nightmare in his dreams.

The soulless and dead eyes of the lady who hung with the ceiling.

Utter helplessness on her face.

He thought as much that suicide was her last resort. That was why he considered her weak. Considered womankind weak.

Considered womankind manipulative, cunning, untrustworthy.

But here he sat, near the one, who was the reason those feelings were born within him but this time he cam