The call for prayers blared through the loud speakers, the pull of the voice sounds compelling, but prayers are the furthest thing on Aashish’s mind.
He feels sad. He has no money to apply for residence visa for his wife and two daughters to join him and the much that he earns is barely enough to tide him over, after he had sent some home.
It’s Sunita’s birthday today, he thought that by now they would have been with him.
His children are growing up without him and yet the fortune that he sought, leaving them behind eluded him.
He pulls out the crumpled, almost faded picture of his family. It was taken years back in one of the quick snap booths, on one of their rare visits to town. It has been five long years, since he last set eyes on them. He has failed them and his shoulders slump further.
Sometimes his spirits are buoyed with stories of people winning lotteries and he struggled to buy a ticket, but it was always someone else who won.
He felt he was better off back home on his farm in Nepal and doing odd jobs to augment their meagre income.
At least he will get to be with his family again and he will be happier again and Anu will understand, he hopes.
Being away from his wife has been the hardest part. The fees for entertaining himself with one of the willing ladies was just too much luxury for him.
With a sigh of pent up emotions, he fished out his rubber-bound telephone from his pocket and dialed his brother’s number.
Hello Aadit, tell Anu that I am coming home, he said.
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