The narrative takes me long back when i was a seven year old and a very naughty child to deal with. My paa is a very kind and loving man devoid of any bad habit, all in all an angel in disguise. My father worked in a bank as a head cashier where he was everyone's favorite.He was so kind that my mom used to call him second Mother Teresa. There worked a peon with my paa who was his favorite.....Ghanshyam...Ghanshyam was an integral part and parcel of the bank and was associated with the bank from day one sine the day it started functioning and my father was his favorite too. He would do all his works like file transferring, getting his food from OTG, fetching him tea, photocopying on immediate basis leaving all other works. He even called our family to his wedding. Life was sailing smooth.
Then one day, i listened my father crying
