The Chicago River is a system of rivers and canals with a combined length of 156 miles (251 km) that runs through the city of Chicago , including its center, the Chicago Loop. Though not especially long, the river is notable for being a reason why Chicago became an important location.
Aadi stood watching the waters of the river, it's nothing like the Brahmaputra in Assam. The smashing, turbulent waters of Brahmaputra always generated a sense of fear in him. Chicago river though was nothing like that, calm and quiet just like his mind now. Winter was slowly creeping in, not snowy but evenings were getting colder.
Being a civil servant in the Indian Foreign Service he had to take some special permissions to fly here.
The cold wind continued to blow. He would have never even imagined standing there if it was some other day but this day nothing seemed to bother him, he was lost, his world seemed irrelevant.
He was holding a small black box. The velvet coating over the box gave it a royal look. His eyes were fixed on the river he kept on opening and closing the lid of the box. People do things like that when there mind is lost. They might not even be thinking about what there hands are doing.
Aadi stopped what he was doing, he opened the lid and looked into it. A platinum ring with a diamond top, he doesn't know if it's beautiful anymore. A faint smile, the smile which carried the weight of his heart. A drop of tear started flowing from his right eye, the tear felt hot in contrast with his cold face. Aadi heard his mothers voice, "Aadi kuttaa, grown ups never cry". He swept the tear off, closed the lid of the box and the box went into the depths of the cold Chicago river.
He thought about every single moment that led to this. He stood there blank. "Aadi" a soft firm old male voice came from behind, he recognized the person but he never bothered to change his gaze. Aadi felt his warm hand on his shoulder.
This is the third piece of a jumbled novel. Read it all. Happy reading :)
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