He lifted his eyes to look at the magnificent building. He felt a deep pain within. He wanted to cry but somehow managed to swallow his tears and cursed himself, “Why did I come here?”
Then a horrifying thought flashed through his mind, “What if someone recognizes me? There must be people in there who had worked for me.”
“Good evening, sir.”
He shrank back. She knew him. But
he couldn’t place her.
“I….I was your personal secretary,” she muttered, hesitantly.
“We miss you…. if only your son had not been……”
He moved away. He didn’t want to hear the word.
(*Shah Jahan was a Mughal emperor who had been imprisoned by his son in Agra fort)
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt
Word count 101