The contents of the trunk had always been a mystery to them since they were kids. No matter how much they coaxed and pressurized him, he never spilled the beans. He smiled warmly, and using both his hands one vertically and one horizontally, indicating a ‘T’, shouted out to them. On many occasions in the past, they had asked their father what he kept in his old trunk. And why he never really told us what he kept inside.” “ Hey Deepti! Do you remember this trunk?” Deepti had a good look at it and nodded her head. While checking one of the cupboards, Vishal’s eyes fell on a large old trunk. Their old wooden furniture had completely worn out and they mutually decided to let it go at scrap value. Deepti and Vishal checked all the cupboards and drawers dividing all their belongings between things that they actually needed, things they needed to dispose off and things that could be given to the poor. He had always been their home and their safe haven. They felt incomplete in this place without him. Now that he was gone, he had taken away those days of laughter, fun and frolic with him. Almost every summer vacation, their father made it a point to visit his ancestral home and spend time with his close relatives. Tears welled up in their eyes as they remembered the memorable moments spent with their father at this place. Since then, he had successfully fulfilled his responsibilities as a mother, a father and a friend. Their mother had passed away when they were too young. For both of them, their father had been a constant pillar of support. Cancer had taken away their father’s life two months ago. The last two years for their family had been nothing but traumatic. It had been two years since their last visit. After their father’s death, they planned on selling the property. Vishal and Deepti visited their father’s ancestral home in their native place.
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