Ouch...that hurt!! That one sentence ...shot home like an arrow! How cruel...how heartless to ask an abandoned child that question...or worse for a father to ask an abandoned grown up man that question?? The pain in Rudra's eyes was so dark, so deep, so smudged in the iris of his eyes. His body stiff with well controlled angst, anger, bitterness, grief...everything leashed in tightly. How can he not retaliate, scream and shout? Maybe cause years of practice have taught him the futility of such actions.
Fathers are the care takers, the life givers. How ironical that a child left to cater to his physical and emotional needs grows up to take care of his own father, a father who is worse than a recalcitrant child (he has his wounds to lick). What a strange father son equation!! Rudra wants to be an ideal offspring, but his bitter life giver refuses to give him an inch, refuses to let go of the past and move on to the future with his struggling son. No wonder Rudra's wounds never healed. His father made sure he dug in deeper with each passing day, cut him afresh, made sure they bled profusely, so they were never free of the pain and agony. But then what can you expect from a man who is hurting every second of his existence!!