Part IV Trapped

Part IV
I was trapped in guilt I cocooned my self and buried my self in books
Soon I got selected in Indian administrative services and married Mala my colleague from same cadre Aryan was born three years after our marriage
Today I have all the luxuries of life but still my soul and heart ached all the time I never had a sound sleep
I always dreamt that someone is calling me and as I try to reach him out he vanishes
I held myself responsible for the death of my father, disappearance of my brother and agony of my mother ,this thought pricked me all the time

One fine day Aryan came and said papa look someone has posted a picture on your social media site I rubbished and rebuked him for being on screen all the time
But somehow my inquisitiveness got better of me ,I got hold of his phone and searched for what he was showing
No no no I can’t be it can’t be
It can’t be.
Is it a joke if it is a joke it’s very cruel one.