Guilt

The sunshine was enveloped by gloomy clouds. Wanshika’s parents
had dropped in unannounced, after their bitter dispute over adoption, few years
back; she had hardly kept in touch.

 “It’s not that I am
not proud, just worried”, her dad said finally, sipping tea, watching Ashmit from
a distance while he played with the bell.

“Everybody praises you, to have adopted a kid and managed
single-handedly”, her mother added eagerly.

These discussions always depressed her, guilt resurfaced as out
of fear of being ostracised she didn’t call her son her own, because only she
knew why Ashmit’s eyes were so familiar.

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25 thoughts on “Guilt

  1. I absolutely LOVED this. The twist at the end was beyond brilliance and makes me want to know just who the father is…why are the eyes familiar?? Hopefully in time they will accept her child adopted or not. ♥

  2. Good story,and well written, though sad. These parents are either mentally blind or in serious denial. I think otherwise they'd recognize the fact that the child's eyes were like their daughter's.

  3. How sad for all of them! They're missing so much.

    As for the rest, the sentence needs to be broken up: "Wanshika’s parents had dropped in unannounced, after their bitter dispute over adoption, few years back; she had hardly kept in touch." I'd put a period after "unannounced" and make the rest a sentence: "After their bitter dispute over adoption a few years back, she had…" And "tea" doesn't get a "T." 🙂

    janet

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