The frozen emotions

While having breakfast in the morning, I exchanged good morning greetings with people on WhatsApp with my smartphone. After that, I opened Facebook. I clicked the like buttons of some posts because I liked them. I liked a few posts for loyalty. Also, I wrote comments on some posts, including one Jaihind and two RIP comments. A RIP comment was made on the post of Rakesh, who was a cousin of mine, who posted the news of his father’s death along with his photo. I knew them well. But it was time to go to the office. I went to the office and got busy with office matters. I returned from the office in the evening.

At 9 pm Rakesh called from Mathura. We had not met for about a decade.

Rakesh is about my age and we have played together in our childhood. Cha-cha Ji was popular among our children. He used to keep sugar candy with him at all times and gave it to everyone. When Rakesh narrated the news of his father's death on the phone, the childhood memories associated with him were awakened and while talking, my crying broke out, which I controlled but my tears did not stop for a while. I felt like my emotions were frozen, a little heat of feeling was necessary to melt them.