A Family Dispute -A Emotional Story
It was late afternoon when Ramayya finally returned home.
He parked his vehicle outside and walked into the house with his usual serious expression. He placed his belongings on the table and reached for his mobile phone.
Jhansi, who was sitting in the hall, immediately approached him.
"Listen, someone called you while you were outside. I answered the call. He was asking about the interest payment and said he needed a few more days to arrange the money. I told him that you would be back and that I would inform you."
Ramayya turned towards her sharply.
"What? Why did you answer my call?"
Jhansi looked surprised.
"He called several times. Your phone was ringing, so I just answered it."
"Did I ask you to answer my phone? Who gave you the right to interfere in my financial matters?"
"Why are you getting angry? I simply told him that you had gone outside. That's all."
Ramayya raised his voice.
"That's exactly the problem! The man borrowed money from me, and today was the deadline for him to pay both the interest and the amount. But you agreed to whatever he said! Do you know how difficult it is to collect money from people? If I give everyone extra time, how will I run my business?"
Jhansi tried to explain herself.
"I didn't promise him anything. I only said I would inform you."
"Then why did you even speak to him? From now on, don't answer my phone. Let me handle my own business!"
His voice echoed through the house.
Vinodh, who was sitting in his room, heard the argument and immediately came out. Jeevan and Srinidhi also followed him.
" Dad, please! Why are you shouting at Mom again? She only answered your call. What's wrong with that?" Vinodh asked.
Ramayya turned towards his son.
"Who asked you to interfere? This is between your mother and me. Stay out of it!"
Vinodh couldn't control his frustration anymore.
"How can we stay out of it, Dad? This happens every single day! You shout at Mom, you shout at everyone, and nobody in this house can even speak peacefully."
Ramayya stared at him angrily.
"Watch your words! Don't forget that you are talking to your father."
Vinodh took a deep breath and finally said what had been troubling him for years.
"Then tell me, Dad. Is this a house or a hell? Why is there so much shouting and fighting every day? Can't you come home at least once without creating an argument? Can't you speak to Mom with some respect? She works hard for this family, but you never appreciate anything she does!"
"Enough! Don't teach me how to behave in my own house!" Ramayya shouted.
But Vinodh wasn't ready to stop.
"We are not asking you for anything extraordinary. We just want some peace. We have everything in this house except happiness. What is the point of earning so much money if nobody can even smile freely?"
Ramayya's anger reached another level.
"First, learn how to earn money yourself before teaching me about life! You are sitting at home without a proper job, and you have the courage to question me about how I run this family?"
Vinodh was stunned.
"Dad, I'm trying to find a job. I've attended interviews and I'm still searching for the right opportunity. Does that mean you can insult me whenever you want?"
Ramayya didn't care.
"How long are you going to keep saying that? Look at other boys of your age. Some are already earning well and supporting their families. But you are still sitting here doing nothing! First, get a job and stand on your own feet. Don't sit like a fool at home and lecture me!"
Those words struck Vinodh deeply.
He had already been worried about his career. He was trying to find a suitable job, but the pressure of repeated rejections and uncertainty had been affecting his confidence.
He never expected his own father to humiliate him in front of everyone.
His eyes slowly filled with tears.
"Fine, Dad. I understand. I shouldn't have spoken."
He turned around and walked towards his bedroom.
"Vinodh!" Jhansi called out.
But he didn't stop.
He entered his room and closed the door.
Jeevan and Srinidhi stood silently, unable to believe what had just happened.
Jhansi turned towards Ramayya, her eyes filled with anger and disappointment.
"Why did you insult him like that? He is already worried about his career. He has only recently started searching for a job. Do you think finding a good job is that easy? Instead of encouraging him, you are making him feel worthless!"
Ramayya immediately turned towards her.
"So now everyone in this house wants to teach me a lesson? I work day and night to provide everything for this family, and all I get in return is criticism!"
"Nobody is denying your hard work," Jhansi replied. "But does earning money give you the right to hurt everyone? Your son needs your support, not your insults. One day, he will get a job. But will you ever understand how much your words are hurting him?"
Ramayya shook his head.
"I don't want to listen to any more lectures. All of you have become too bold these days. Nobody respects me anymore!"
He picked up his vehicle keys and walked towards the entrance.
"Where are you going now?" Jhansi asked.
"Anywhere! At least outside this house, I can have some peace!"
He slammed the door and left.
For a few moments, nobody moved.
Jhansi looked towards Vinodh's bedroom. Jeevan stood with his hands folded, while Srinidhi quietly wiped her tears.
The house had everything a family could wish for. Comfortable rooms, expensive furniture, plenty of money and all the luxuries of life.
But there was something missing.
Nobody felt comfortable expressing their feelings. Nobody could laugh freely. Even a simple conversation could turn into an argument.
Jhansi slowly walked towards Vinodh's room.
She knocked gently on the door.
"Vinodh, open the door, son."
There was no response.
She knocked again.
"Please, son. Don't cry. Your mother is here."
Inside the room, Vinodh sat on the edge of his bed, unable to hold back his tears.
He finally opened the door.
Jhansi hugged him tightly.
"Don't worry about what your father said. You will find a good job. I believe in you."
Vinodh rested his head on his mother's shoulder.
"Mom, I don't know why he always treats us like this. We are his family. What else does he expect from us?"
Jhansi had no answer.
She simply held her son closer.
Meanwhile, Ramayya was driving through the village, still furious about the argument.
He wasn't thinking about Vinodh's tears or Jhansi's disappointment. His mind was occupied with the money he had to collect.
As he drove past a small roadside shop, he suddenly noticed a little boy standing alone near the entrance.
The boy was around five years old. He was holding a small packet of biscuits and looking at Ramayya's vehicle with curiosity.
He stopped a Vehicle Infront of one house where the village people gathered.
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