MEN DON'T CRY

                                                        

"papa my batman broke...aanhaaaaan" like every 9 year old regular kid krishna was crying in thick tears sitting in the back yard with his beheaded batman.Like every regular 34 year old dad he felt like it's his lesson time."kya ladkiyon ki tarah ro rahe ho...be a man.Men don't cry.

He was standing right at the gate of his hostel watching his mom and dad leaving.His heart ached,he was burning inside,he clenched his fist so hard trying to control his pain that the marks of his nails on his palm stayed for hours.But you know what...men do not cry.

"Mr.krishna you are a proud father now,you can come in and see your wife".He was holding his  hour old daughter for the first time.He was grinning like the smile was permanently patched on his face.A tear rolled down his cheek as he saw in those beautiful eyes which were staring him back.His dad frowned cause you know even unconsciously men don't cry.

He was 50 now,old but healthy.Sitting in his favorite rocking chair staring at the other empty one.His wife died a month ago.missing her and in pain he wanted to drain his pain,vent it out through his eyes.Some of it escaped through and rolled down his cheek.The old gardener saw him.He felt awkward because men don't cry.

He was in hospital,his daughter-in-law had an accident and was admitted in ICU.His son went to pay the ambulance but didn't came back,worried he walked outside to look for him.There he was smoking in the back,these filthy habits he thought and went to him.He was crying!! 
Both looked at each other.his son threw the cigarette of course,he was miserable,eyes red like he did not get sleep for days.He went and hugged him and after a brief pause he said "cry you heart out beta...it's okay."

Rish