Too Busy for Grief

Sometimes people never cry when they want to, Robin Singh Mathew observed feeling a single tear run within his self. Many would find tears a burden to their mind. There was no time to cry, the bread would get burnt, the third child would cry for milk, his wife would call for a tea, the divorce papers would have to be signed, the milkman had no time to notice robin’s tears. His tears would never be seen much less heard. Before he felt his tears fall within he also felt a laugh crackling through him, seeing his burnt toast....perhaps tears existed to create ripples of laughter. So robin smiled feeling his tears break further into dimpled smiles on his face. And he measured the distance between a smile and a laugh  and decided it was just the extent to which the lips parted.  The baby would smile since he was not yet married not yet educated enough to sign himself on official  sheets.