It was in the early hours around 4 a.m., Sudha was tossing around in her bed with a feeling of something was amiss. She heard the noise of an Almirah being opened and closed coming from her senile father's room. Immediately, she was awake in the moment, ran up to his room that, at that moment, was the only brightly illuminated room in the house. An ever determined surgeon, he was diligently searching for something. She knew there was no much use speaking words to a man who from the past fifteen or more years was getting adjusted to his declining auditory senses and was for obvious reasons not wearing his hearing aid at the time. Obviously, it was the old age dementia with insomnia that was hindering his once sharp skills. Nevertheless, he pursued his investigation. Sudha instantly picked up what she assumed he was looking for, from atop his table, and handed it over to him. He simply smiled as Sudha ushered him silently to go back to sleep. The house again went dark as the celestial brightness luminated through the windows. It was a conversation of no noise but an understanding that they got used to over years, as nurturing acknowledgment and developing appreciation pass through phases of struggle, failure, relearning, and finally reaching the stage of acceptance that is beyond any spoken words.
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