THE ANGRY OLD MAN.

The beatings used to intensify at the night times.You could hear the ear piercing shrieks of the old lady. She had endured this beast of a man for a decade, but now her osteoporotic bones and the lean muscles were giving way. She used to hide the marks with the folds of her 9 yard sari but now did not care about them. She could not understand the gradual change in his behavioral pattern.

Her children had left her at the mercy of the dreaded husband. They had no other option also. Their new brides would never put up with such atrocities. They would have been petrified at the sight of such violence. Their mother let them go hesitatingly. It was her fate. She would face it all alone.

It was the early 70s, There were a few doctors in the entire town but no one could understand the reason behind the anger of this brutal person. He would be irritated all the time and on the slightest pretext would go berserk. After the beatings, he would bang his head against the wall. His forehead was angry red. Through out the day, he would be as meek as a lamb, sleeping like an innocent baby. He hardly used to interact with his family leave aside the rest of the world. The Sunset used to trigger his inexplicable outbursts.

He was branded as a psychotic. The doctors left him alone at the mercy of the almighty.

His wife died pretty soon. It was a natural death.

The angry man was left to fend for himself which drove him further to self destruction.

He died on the road after a minor vehicular accident.

As per as the existing protocols, his death being unnatural hence was subjected to an autopsy.

They found a big apple sized tumour occupying nearly a half of his brain. It had eroded his brain completely. The cancerous tissue had driven him to sociopathic behavior.

It was a slow growing tumour.

Everybody misunderstood the angry old man.

His children cried for him at the funeral for the very first time in their lives.