Ramesh had been unwilling to go to England.
His father had sold everything he could to see Ramesh finish his graduation from a prestigious college. Even before he had passed out he had received a couple of decent offers.
But father would hear nothing of it, “If you get into a job then you would never be able to complete your post-graduation. You must go to London School of Economics. We can bear this hardship for a year or two. I wish I could have gone. I could not, but you must.”
Ramesh went and never came back. In London he found a job and a wife.
Mother was sick; had been sick for ages.
“Is the phone working?”
“There could be a fault in the phone line, no?”
“Why don’t you lodge a complaint, it never rings.”
“It never rings because no one calls.”
“Don’t blame him; it is the phone.”
Father said nothing; he kept gazing at the phone.
A post for Magpie Tales on a photo prompt.