Arjun never complained, never caused trouble.
\nMaybe he sensed the truth all along\u2014that I never saw him as my own.
\nA month after the funeral, I finally told him:
\n\u201cGo. Whether you live or die, it doesn\u2019t matter to me.\u201d
\nI expected him to cry. To beg.
\nBut he didn\u2019t.
\nHe left.
\nAnd I felt nothing.
\nI sold the house and moved.
\nLife went on. The business prospered. I met another woman\u2014no burdens, no children.
\nFor a few years, I sometimes thought about Arjun.
\nNot out of concern\u2014just curiosity.
\nWhere was he? Was he still alive?
\nBut time erases even curiosity.
\nA 12-year-old boy, alone in the world\u2014where could he go?
\nI didn\u2019t know.
\nI didn\u2019t care.
\nI even said to myself:
\n\u201cIf he died, maybe it was for the best. At least he wouldn\u2019t suffer anymore.\u201d
\nTen years later.
\nI received a call from an unknown number. \u201cHello, Mr. Rajesh? Could you attend the opening of the TPA Gallery on MG Road this Saturday?
\nSomeone is really hoping to see you there.\u201d
\nI was about to hang up\u2014but the next sentence chilled me:
\n\u201cDon\u2019t you want to know what happened to Arjun?\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\nI hadn\u2019t heard that name\u2014Arjun\u2014in ten years.
\nI paused. Then I replied curtly:
\n\u201cI\u2019ll go.\u201d<\/p>\n
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