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Pretty un-undone locks

Here in this part of the world, where sometimes relations have a value more than transactions and where also strangers sometimes become more valuable than the once closest blood relations; exist certain questions. Certain questions to which answers were never made our found.
Why did the younger son of the two couldn't grow? Why couldn't he join swimming in his primary school days? Why couldn't he go to school on the scooter? Why couldn't he work as he desired? And most importantly, why did he give up on it?
Why does a beating from dad, which once left you horrified for days, leaves a smile on your face, more inclined towards laughter today?
Why on a Rakshabandhan, where on one hand none of your cousins sent you a Rakhi, an year old sister sent one four days prior? And why to that you wrote a lengthy letter in a language she hardly understood(targeted audience)?
These are the few locks the blacksmith made without a set of keys to open them. Or he must've lost them. But maybe we don't want these locks to be opened. Maybe we just want to keep wondering what's inside. Somewhere in our conscious minds we do know where the answers lie. But some locks are pretty without keys to open them. Why so? Just one of those pretty locks.
People who read Ruskin Bond may find the significance of the idea. As he wrote in "Night train at Deoli", where he preferred not to deboard the train to go and find the whereabouts of the girl. He just preferred "keep wondering" to opening all locks.

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