He had come as a young lad .
Not just helping in household chores but being accepted as a member for every occasion , he had seen them all , their happiness their remorse their quarrels their settlements their languishing senile years and their undeclared passing away .
But he stood there , adhered at the same place being that unseen shadow which we often miss out in glitz and glare of life’s ways .
Packing up his stuff he got readied for his village , where once he had bid goodbye to his people , sitting on the back seat of a two wheeler that drove him away from his family , gifting him with a new one .
"Uncle , You have devoted your life in building up ours , rendering your selfless service and care , this was your home and will remain so" said the young voice reassuring him holding on to his hands , pacifying the rising storms in his mind .
For the day of letter " H "