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‘Are you sad ? ‘

I asked father one day when he put down the newspaper and rubbed his eyes . 

I knew from childhood this is a sign of him giving up . 

He looked at me curiously and said 

‘ not as much as you are ‘.

I shrugged and we continued eating . Plunged in silence of sadness. 

Being sad is one thing . One can deal with it . But seeing your own father being sad about your sadness , is a completely different type of sadness .