The Chronicle Of Life

Heya people…..the following is a short story written by me……I just wrote whatever came to my mind…..I hope you all will like it…..




Sohrab Zorabian was sitting in his drawing room reading the newspaper. Though he had the newspaper in his had, he was not actually reading it. His mind had wandered somewhere else. Mr. Zorabian thought of that terrible incident in which he lost his 15 year old son Rostam. Whenever he sat alone he always drifted away with that horrid memory. Though 10 years had past since he lost his son, he never was able to accept the fact that his son was no longer with him. Just then Mrs. Zorabian voice came, “ Sohrab, the dinner is ready!”. With the voice of his wife, he came back to reality.
When he arrived at dinning table, Mrs. Zorabian came to know that her husband had been thinking about the same thing again and again. She said, “Are you ok. You don’t seem to be in good health!”. Mr.Zorabian complained that he had a headache. There was no further conversation. Soon after the dinner was over he went to sleep.
Mrs. Zorabian was fed up of her husband’s behaviour. Even she had gone through the same thing. But she finally decided to move on in life because she knew that thinking about it over and over again would add to her distress. But that was not the case with her husband. He always kept blaming himself for that car accident.
The following night Mr.Zorabian got a dream. His son appeared in his dream. He said, “Baba, don’t keep blaming yourself. That was written in my destiny so it had to happen. But Baba, don’t waste your life thinking about the same thing and move on. Life is to be enjoyed and to live without sorrow. It’s a gift which we need to explore. I love you Baba.”
When Mr. Zorabian got up the next morning he felt as a transformed person. Everything seemed to be very different to him from now on. And he finally began to live his life. Actually he began to relive his life. He lived it with happiness for him. His son…Rostam….