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[Independence Day Special][Short Story] Pis-Aller

"He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well"-John Milton
He was in his nineties now, slow, fragile and nearing death. Still, every day he used to wake up at 6 in the morning and stare outside the window, blankly. They said when he was young, he was agile, healthy and quick, no one knew what his profession was, but he did retire rich at the age of fifty-five.His only son used to visit the old rooms twice a day,
'Baba, I request you again. Come with us to the big house. What is there in this dump?' his son used to question.


'I can't leave now, there is one final task left son,' he used to smile, 'One final task.'
Baba had sent all the furniture from the room to the new house but kept himself a bed and the jewel beaded box.
'No one has ever removed the box from under the diwan since last 20 years, baba,' the daughter-in-law use to question, 'Don't let the servants, but please let me clean …

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