He looked at the construction of the crossroads from the glass window of his office. It was his project. The one he was eyeing from long and which finally he was given charge of. It was a huge achievement of his career.
But he couldn’t stop himself from drifting fifteen years back. To the days when nothing of all this seemed possible. Not even in dreams. To his black and white days.
If it hadn’t been his father, he would not have been standing where he is today.
How can he ever, ever repay him.
For he did which no father could do. It was like never seeing your child ever again.
Could he ever repay his father for his eyes?
If his father hadn’t given his eyes to him that day, his world would always be colourless and blank.
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