The parents were frantically searching for their little boy as he was missing. They had by chance gone to pick him from his tuition class where he his heart stopped for a minute when the teacher said that he hadn’t come to the class that day. It was raining and hence he went to pick him up. They would keep his cycle on the backseat. He had waved them goodbye and left for the tuition class on his cycle. Where could he be? He was only 9 years old. He didn’t have a mobile. The father cursed himself that he didn’t know the names or whereabouts of his friends. He couldn’t go back home empty handed. His wife was already in a state of despair. The mother went back home and started searching in the neighborhood.
What might have happened to him? Did he meet with an accident? But in that small patch from their home to the class there was no evidence of any fresh accident. In a small town like theirs people could easily tell about any such incident. Did he get kidnapped? He couldn’t remember of any enemies that he had other than the occasional tiff with the contractors with whom he worked. But they wouldn’t stoop so low. Where, where was his little boy?
Drenched in the rain with the rain washing away his tears the little boy sat all alone crying bitterly. He was lonely, frightened. He had decided that he would go back home once the rain had stopped and the tuition time was over. His parents wouldn’t know that he was not in the class. He didn’t want them to know that he had skipped the classes few times before too. He didn’t have the guts to tell them why? He was shivering, felt hungry, yet he felt better sitting in that rain where no one could watch his tears.
The father was literally in tears when he couldn’t find his son anywhere. It was getting dark and the rain was unstoppable. He had decided that he would search in the area they lived in for one last time and then go to the police for help. While searching the whole area and nearby places suddenly his father had a gut feeling to search the local school nearby which would be closed now. Though he was sure that it was not the best of the places to search still he decided to take a chance.
As soon as he opened the old creaky gate he could see a small boy sitting on the stairs. He was crying, frightened, shivering; he was his little boy. The father ran towards his son, embraced him hard, and burst into tears. Those were the tears of respite, relief, fear, happiness..
When they entered the home, the mother literally crushed her son in her arms and cried bitterly. She said, “Do you know what we have been through? Why did you do this?” She bathed him, changed him into fresh clothes, fed him, and when he was in a better shape, the parents again asked him, “Why did you do so?” He kept quiet, his eyes brimming with tears. The parents didn’t want to force him. So, they let him sleep. They kissed him good night once they felt he had slept.
The boy simply pretended to sleep. How could he tell his parents that his tuition teacher, a young man in his 20s, asked him to take off his trousers and…..