”Darling! Do packing for tomorrow. We have to take our kids
to see Grandfather”
“ What rubbish you
are talking about? You will take children to village? They won’t be able to
stay there without A.C., even for two days. Moreover , might catch some
infection or disease there. He is your father; you goo and meet him. Who is
going to stop you?”
He moved alone to village and met his father. The first
question asked by his father was—“Where are my grandchildren?”
“ Pita ji! Children have gone for a school trip”, said he with downcast head.
Father came to realize very well that he too is now a living
Taj Mahal of Affection.
A SHORT STORY ‘TAJMAHAL’
FROM ZINDA HAI
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