LAST sound

"Door thumping"
Sound of shattering of vase....

SIXTEEN HOURS AGO

Late Mr. Rao's house...it looked so quiet from outside...sound of fluttering leaves.in vranda...inside house climate was not so filled with warmth as outside.....hustle of an aspirant twenty four year old guy can be clearly heard in one of the room of rao's house.....clapping of files....closing and opening of drawers....locking of almirah....and hurried steps down the stairs...... And at mean time there was another room..quitness of which was streaked  by  the coughing of fifty year old Mr's Rao.....an old but hardworking woman who raised that young hulk after seventeen years of death of Mr Rao.
Unable to move Mr's Rao on hearing the sound of her child steps.(the only sound of her boy she heard in whole day)..moved her lips to make a inaudible sound to call her boy to meet her......
And then she heard the sound of shunting of door.
House was drowned in the silence.....which invaded Mr's rao's life after she was diagnosed with cancer.....and her boy who suddenly grew in to man to take care of her mom.

"Door opens"...... Sushmita enters the house....a  thirty five year old lady...who take care of the grown up guys mother......

Sushmita heard Mr's Rao recitng.
She was uttering about a special day.....the day when Mr Rao left her in his newly bought car shattered in to the banyan tree.....the tree which she can see from her window.... And his departure made a ritual of Mrs Rao sitting in the shadow of the banyan tree under which Mr Rao used to swing....and that very tree who swinged his life.....
Sushmita helped her in her daily routine...... Made her bath...helped changing her clothes...feed her....sat with her for her duty tym and left at ten PM.....the time when her chap usually used to come and spend ten minutes of his day with her mom......
After sushmita left.....Mr's Rao was alone....... Even physically now......looking at that banyan tree....she remembered about all the moments she spent with her husband....her child birth...their first family snap...and th sound of screeching of rao's car........
She was trying to scream in pain of those moments...pain of loneliness....pain of a hard-working lady...dependent on others....feeling like a parasite...over others life......she was crying.....for the first time after so many years the room was filled with sounds... Of sorrow......it was in hustle for the first tym......tears were falling of her cheeks.... Ears were waiting to hear her son's voice.....she was trying to move....was trying to turn away from those memories...from that window.......hustle was increasing....fluttering leaves were haunting the house.....impending pain was foreseen by the house.....
Her son enters house.....rushed to spend those ten minutes.....Mr's rao...can't wait to hear his son...touch him and talk to her with her eyes......son thumps the door.......hears the shattering of vase.......
Mrs Rao died without hearing the voice of her son.....and he died inside of not hearing her mother's last word's....
Last sound made by her mother he remembers now is that vase....her father's vase....with whom his mother ended.