Vijay looked as if he wanted to say something else. He struggled for a moment, his mouth opening and closing. He wanted to say he was proud. He wanted to say he was terrified for his son. He wanted to say that the house would feel like a tomb without the sound of Nimish’s footsteps.
Nimish had been offered a position in Zurich. It was the kind of opportunity that defined a career, a golden ticket out of the comfortable, predictable life his parents had meticulously built for him in Pune. He had known about the offer for a week, but he had not yet told them. He was waiting for the right moment, knowing that in this house, there was no "right" moment for separation. nimish ravi parents
"I will, Appa," Nimish said.