After watching their son fall completely asleep, his small breaths steady and peaceful, they quietly stepped out of the room.
The door closed with a soft click.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
They moved in silence, preparing their bed, each lost in their own thoughts. The usual warmth between them was still there… but tonight, it was weighed down by something unspoken.
Time passed.
Then, after a long pause, my mother finally broke the silence.
"Look…" she said softly.
My father stopped what she was doing and turned toward her.
Her eyes were lowered, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation.
"What happened bathroom is very wrong it can affect vijay"
"I don't blame you only because I carried away from pleasure but still he is our child we must not destroy his life by Momentarily pleasure for us"
Father face my mom's gaze after a silence she speak " You are right we shouldn't do this
Society already discuss about us if our relationship known by anyone it can affect our child life "
After that quiet conversation, the room slowly fell silent again.
With no more words left to say, they lay down beside each other—close, yet lost in their own thoughts.
The same bed… but different worries.
My mother stared at the ceiling, her mind filled with questions she couldn't answer.
My father closed her eyes, trying to remain calm,
And like that, the night carried them into sleep—
Not with peace…
But with unspoken thoughts they would face tomorrow.
Morning 🌅
Because of my training, I had developed a habit of waking up during Brahma Muhurat—around 3 a.m.
Usually, I would start my exercises immediately.
But today… was different.
I sat quietly on my bed, not moving.
For the first time in a long while, I skipped my routine.
My mind wasn't stable.
Fragments of yesterday kept replaying—the park, the stares, my parents' expressions, their silence… their worry.
It all lingered.
My thoughts felt… conflicted.
As their son, I knew one thing clearly—
I had crossed a line.But at the same time…
As someone with the mind of an adult, I couldn't ignore my own perspective either. I had simply observed, analyzed, and reacted in the way I knew best.
Still…
That didn't make it entirely right.
Sigh.
Two different selves.
Two different truths.
And I was standing in between them.
After a moment, I lowered my gaze.
After some time, my thoughts finally settled.
Confusion… hesitation… conflict—
All of it slowly faded.
In the end, the answer was simple.
I made a decision.
I would become their well-behaved son… and...
someone they could rely on, someone who would never add to their worries.
Not just by acting obedient on the surface—
But by understanding them.
Supporting them.
Protecting their peace in the only way I could right now.
At my age, that didn't mean doing anything extraordinary.
It meant small things.
Listening when they spoke.
Smiling when they looked at me.
Acting like a normal, happy child… so they wouldn't feel burdened.
Because they had already given me everything—
Love, care, and a place where I could grow safely.
The least I could do…
Was become someone worthy of that.
I lay there quietly, a faint determination forming in my mind.
For now—
I would be their son.
For now
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
But one day…
When I truly had the strength and opportunity
I .....
Around eight o'clock, my parents came downstairs.
The moment my mother saw me, her gaze softened—filled with pure maternal love… and a trace of lingering worry from yesterday.
It was gentle, warm… but not completely at ease.
Then I looked toward my father.
For a brief moment, his expression remained calm as always—but when our eyes met, I noticed it.
The same look.
Concern, deeper meaning with yesterday boldness… hidden behind composure.
He didn't show it openly like my mother, but it was there, unmistakable.
Both of them were trying to act normal.
For me.
Sigh.
Seems like my role today just became even more important.
After getting into the car, we began our journey.
The roads were still quiet, the morning light soft and gentle—as if the day itself was moving slowly for my sake.
Our first stop was the temple of Lord Shiva.
It wasn't just a visit—it was a ritual, a blessing, something my parents believed would protect my future.
As we entered, the atmosphere changed instantly.
The air felt शांत… peaceful.
The faint sound of bells echoed, and the fragrance of incense lingered around us.
My parents guided me forward, their hands steady, their expressions sincere.
Today wasn't just my birthday for them—
It was a prayer.
A wish.
A hope… that I would grow up safe, happy, and untouched by the harshness of the world.
I folded my hands, copying them like a normal child.
But inside…
I understood far more than I showed.
After receiving blessings, we stepped out quietly.
But the day wasn't over yet.
Our next destination—
An orphanage.
To celebrate my birthday with children who didn't have what I had.
As the car moved again, I glanced at my parents.
There was something different in their expressions now.
Less worry.
More purpose.
And for the first time since yesterday…
They looked a little lighter.