Srivastava often comes to my flat in Delhi. The other day, he came with a strange story about his friend Garg. Garg was sitting in his drawing room in Dehradun when a man arrived with a 10-year-old boy, claiming the boy was from an orphanage but kept mentioning Garg. The boy said he was his son Avi. However, Garg’s only son, Avi, had died in a landslide during a trek in the hills, while his wife, Swati, who didn't go on the trek, survived. Govind, the boy, looked at Garg and said, "Papa, it's me, Avi!" Then he suddenly climbed the stairs and went to Avi's bedroom. Garg was stunned. Swati had since remarried.
The story told by Srivastava about Garg
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Garg sat in his Dehradun home, contemplating the strange turn of events. The mountains loomed in the distance, a constant reminder of the tragic day he lost Avi. The memory of the landslide was vivid, the grief still raw. Swati had remarried and moved on, but Garg was trapped in a web of memories and sorrow. The arrival of Govind had thrown his life into turmoil, reopening wounds he thought had started to heal.
Govind, with his innocent face and earnest eyes, was a constant enigma. Every day, the boy unveiled more details about Avi's life—details no outsider could possibly know. Garg was both fascinated and terrified by the possibility that this boy might indeed be the reincarnation of his son.
"Papa, remember how you used to take me to the river for fishing?" Govind asked one evening.
Garg's heart skipped a beat. Avi had loved those fishing trips. They were a sacred ritual, a father-son bond forged in the quiet stillness of nature. "Yes, Avi, I remember," Garg replied, his voice choked with emotion.
As days turned into weeks, Govind seamlessly integrated into Garg's life. The house, once echoing with silence, now resonated with laughter and warmth. Ramu, the faithful servant, watched with a mix of wonder and skepticism.
One night, Garg decided to test Govind. He asked him about a secret spot in the hills, a place only he and Avi knew. Without hesitation, Govind described the location in precise detail, even recalling the inscription they had carved into a rock: "Avi and Papa, forever."
The final piece of the puzzle fell into place. Garg's doubts began to melt away, replaced by a cautious hope. He decided to embrace this second chance, but with vigilance.
One afternoon, while going through Avi's old drawings, Govind found a sketch of a mountain range. "This was the last one I made before... before the accident," he said softly. Garg felt a pang of sorrow but also a flicker of acceptance. This boy, Govind, had somehow bridged the gap between past and present, allowing him to feel Avi's presence once more.
However, the mystery of the man who brought Govind still lingered. Garg hired a private investigator to uncover the truth. The investigation revealed that the man was indeed a con artist, but Govind had no ties to him. He had been abandoned at the orphanage and seemed to have genuinely remembered his past life.
Relieved, Garg decided to adopt Govind legally. He took him to the hill where Avi had died and performed a small ceremony, seeking closure for both their sakes. They scattered flowers and whispered prayers, the wind carrying their words to the heavens.
As the years passed, Govind thrived under Garg's care. The boy's uncanny memories of his past life began to fade, replaced by new experiences and a future filled with promise. Garg found solace in the fact that while Avi was gone, he had been given the gift of a new son—a second chance to love and be loved.
In the end, Garg realized that life's mysteries often defy explanation. He chose to embrace the present, cherishing the moments he had with Govind. Together, they healed, finding joy and purpose in the simple act of living.
The mountains stood as silent witnesses to their journey, timeless and unyielding, much like the enduring bond between a father and his son.
