Father

The room was silent except for the laboured breathing of old man. He was clearly dying.
He opened his eyes and looked around grimacing as he did so.

Room was spacious, but sparsely furnished. Just a bed, on which the old man was lying, and a chair, taken by a young man of exceedingly fine feature. He had uncanny resemblance with the old man, and it was not hard to imagine that the withered form on bed was once a handsome creature. Old man surveyed the other's face, black shining hair falling over forehead, smiling brown eyes, a determined mouth, and strong jaw line. In normal times this face exuded warmth, security and comfort, but now it was stricken with misery, eyes filled with tears, mouth distorted from grief. He touched his face, smiling with effort. The young man said with emotion, "You will be all right, Sir!", he nodded, "You are right, there is nothing wrong with me, I will be fine".

After a pause, he spoke, "Please read Gita", young man nodded and left. Reading actual book was now anachronism, but then he was eccentric. The young man came back with the book and started reading. He settled back in bed, and as the mellifluous voice sang, started relaxing.
Looking back at his life, he could find no reason to complain. His breathing eased, and as he sank deeper into sleep, he was at peace.

The young man paused, he called softly, "Sir". There was no response. He remained motionless, then his eyes welled with tears, and he cried hoarsely, "Oh father, oh father".

PS. Next day, the newsaggregates ran the headline,

Mr Umesh, better know as father of robotics, for his path breaking research on "Adaptive system processing ", died at age of 92. He remained a bachelor, and in last days, Animesh(Adaptive Network for Intelligent Emotive Stimuli) latest prototype for next generation robot was his only companion.