‘Everything’s screwed!’
‘Please Sumit, talk softly. Daddy’s awake..’
‘So? The last year has cost me my promotion! Look at his hospital bills!’
‘Click’. The lights went out in the next room.
Daddy slid the sepia-toned photograph beneath his pillow and smiled. ‘1974 -Sumit was born. Missed my promotion. But I couldn’t be happier. Thank You, God!’