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He was so happy that morning.

He breathed long with his smiling face and closed the box
and tucked it carefully under his cloths inside his closet.

He had to leave for his office.
It was just a Home-Office-Home day for him.

But He made a little late to come back home that evening.
He sat on his favourite chair in his balcony with a few drops of tears in his eyes.
He was almost lost in those yello-red fast moving lights somewhere down on a busy road.

Suddenly He stood up
and cleared his tears with his both hands.

He moved towards his living room.
Stood at the Telephone Receiver for a few minutes with lots of hesitations in his mind.
Finally He picked it up and dialed a number.

He was talking with his Mother after years.

He kept talking for an hour.
Emotions were flowing through his eyes.

The Phone Call got disconnected.
But He seemed to be feeling better now with his 'tears with different meanings'.

He went straight to his closet where he kept that box.
Picked it up and walked straight to his Bed.

He opened it carefully and Hold The Thing Inside It .
Again Smile On His Face.

The light that comes from outside his home hits the object and makes the dark room shine amidst.
Lifting It Up He was staring at it front to back ... top to buttom .

* Ding Dong .... Ding Dong  *

Someone at the door .
but its been 12 at night !!

He put it inside the box and again kept it under his cloths inside his closet.
and moved towards the door.
Opened It.


* Bang Bang *

Silence !


Is It Over ?