one third of a moment #16

The sky held a hue and the air, a little mist. As if it could rain heavily anytime. The sun had just gone down and drizzles often marked their attendance. He sat there on the middle of the staircase, looking in the sky with unfocused, damp eyes. The college was almost deserted, besides a couple of groups of students emerging and disappearing from here and there. Happy, comforted people, with no tears trickling down their eyes every now and then. While he had no one to remorse with, to dirge with, to lament with, over the three ‘F’s that graced the result in his hand. No foe, no friend, except the idol of a god behind his back, who is turning out to be a great listener since last couple of hours. At least better than those who chose to celebrate their success than to be with the ‘friend’ who failed.
                 This was the fourth call from his father since morning, another one that he did not recieve. In the search of courage inside, he has confronted several things he never thought he had in him. But the courage to tell his father that he failed him, was still nowhere. His father, a hardworking, honest man, never asked him about the money he spent. The hard earned money went into the game of duck and drakes. The money for workshops went for Captain Morgan. The money for tuition went for clubbing. Apparently, Miami didn’t prove out to be the best tuition out there.
                what could be the worst, he asked the god behind him. He could die and reincarnate to be a better son, he answered himself. But his father will need a reason, he better give it himself. He took out the phone, dialed the first contact in the log, and told him everything. every detail to minute scrutiny, that he knew would crush his father’s heart. But it was way better than a confession on a piece of paper that he may or may not find out. His father listened to every word of him very silently, just like the idol of god.
               after his last words, and after some unbearable seconds of profound silence, he spoke.
               “you passed the other three huh? That’s good, is it not?”
               he was starled, motionless for a moment before he ran his hand down his face, clearing out the dry tears making way for the new ones.
               “six thousand will be deposited to your account tomorrow morning, son. One for each passed and one for each failed. Do whatever you have been doing till now, and promise yourself that it would be the last time you do that.”