I look forward to Sunday evenings. After a hectic week, it feels good to chill out with close friends. That evening, we went to the beach for a stroll and then decided to catch a nice film.
We got our tickets and settled down with popcorn and coffee. It seemed like a good film. I was engrossed, enjoying every moment, when suddenly my cell rang. Gosh! I'd forgotten to switch it off. My friends were bugged.
I went out into the hall and took the call. It was a long-distance one from my cousin in Akola. He's an organic farmer. I asked him impatiently why he was calling. I lost my cool when he told me it was just a casual call.
When I'd calmed down, he told me that there had been no rain in Akola and his crops were destroyed. There was also scarcity of drinking water. He had already borrowed money and was heavily in debt. He was depressed because one of his friends had tried to commit suicide.
I entered the theatre again, feeling confused and sad. I couldn't concentrate on the film any more. We are about the same age. But he is saddled with more responsibilities because he lost his father when he was a baby.
His words kept ringing in my ears. I felt guilty. A mention of that film always stirs up bad memories.