He was casually walking on the street when they caught his eye.
Row of Lamps stacked on the table. He stood for a while , they moved some intricate part of him he hadn’t known.
It was as if some of them had souls and brightness that far reached into his own.
He entered the shop enquiring.
“Oh! that sir , i was just removing old trash when i found them. You see they were my father’s. I cleaned them up so that i would try to sell them.”
“I will buy them all” he said.
A day later they arrived.
He stood on the stairs looking at them for a long time.
Tears rolled on his cheeks as he remembered his father who had left him.
“Welcome back to the family” he whispered.