The Creaking Chair - Part XVIII
24th August 1999 Today evening was a surprise for me Kamal came and sat besides me on the sofa and slowly he rest his head on my lap and lay down there Though he makes it a point that he spends at least an hour with me daily either during my morning ritual of reading the newspaper or the evening time when we have the badminton matches he rarely shows any sign of such sentimentality To start with I was worried I did not know what was going through his mind but I knew he was tired, I could sense that in the way his body weighed on my legs it was as if he was letting go of all his the weight he was carrying I started to speak, but then I saw his eyes were closed like he was in thinking of something old reliving a memory I should not infringe on He has been troubled for sometime now I guess its been a couple of months – it shows on his face and the way he goes inside his shell when he is troubled even as a child he used to be highly impressionable but selective on whose impressi