Short Story- "THE UNSEEN", PART 4 -___THE WALLS ARE THIN:
"Why would you create chaos there? Our conversation was good, though." His friend interrupted and gave him a look. 'Oh, is it?' Himaye and Murali left the place with a smile and bye for then. The day was fine and a hope for a new start. Both of them went home with a sparkling hygge feeling. Murali parked his car, which has a shining cherry red outlook and perfectly conditioned parts. Riding his land yacht is like dealing with a cooking session, which has meal prep right before the feast.
His mother is sensitive yet manages to face any kind of storms for her family. His dad was never expressive, as if he gave all his expressive, lovable character to his son and stayed as an empty vessel. As soon as his car entered their fence, his mom came to watch her son. Isn't it too much to monitor her son like that?. She kept on glancing at her son's motor and her son Murali coming out of the door in the same condition as he left in the morning. 'SIGH IN RELIEF'. "Come in, my son, I made you your favourite snack, and what would you like to have for your dinner?" His mom stacked the questions like an unfinished file in a government yet corporate cold drawers.
'Mom, why would you panic each and every time I leave for work and return?, Please stay calm and let me breathe!" "Why won't I stay calm?" By anguishing so, she started to shed tears. "Mom, please not now!" Murali entered the hallway by saying so in his mind to save his heart-warming incident of the day. "Why won't you understand, you are my only son, why can't you stay in our home for the rest..." She paused for a moment and didn't want to continue the sentence willingly.
"I won't like people mourn for me, I would like to go with the flow and... and Mom, I met a girl today., I liked to go to the office, but from now on, I love to go to my soul space. I like this way, and Please I am sure this can do good to my peace. So leave the rest to me." 'You like a girl, Murali? But how. How are you going to? Did she know what was happening with you?" "What is going on with me?" "Wi. With your body, your health condition!?" "Sighs. Mom, I just met her, and I already said I don't like to reveal what is going on with me. According to this world, I am perfectly alright! So is she." "What Murali is hiding from us?. And what is the reason for his mom's grief?" A soft voice kept speaking to itself behind the walls. His neighbour, his school friend, for decades, overheard the whole conversation and felt overwhelmed with anxiety.
