Ending of The Village by the Sea (10 years later)

Outside the house, rain was falling, making a rymthic sound on the roof. Hari always enjoyed listening to the rain, which looked like a veil of white cloth outside, obscuring or blurring everything outside.

Hari was in his son's room, supervising his son doing his homework. Only the scraping sound of his son's pencil could be heard. His son was talented in his studies, often representing his school to take part in various external competitions. Often, his son came back triumphantly with a prize, a smile of victory on his face.

"Can't I just rest now? It's already 9p.m." Hari's son blurted, hopeful, wishing that Hari would permit him to stop revising his homework.

"But Ali, you know you have an exam coming," Hari said, concern in his eyes. But when he saw the pleading expression in his son's eyes, he sighed.

"All right, you may rest now," Hari said. Ali squealed in delight, leaving his study table unkept and went to the living room to watch television.

Addiction to watching television. This had become the main issues nowadays about children. But, Hari had managed to stop Ali from watching too much television effectively. But, from time to time, he would allow Ali to watch television, unlike other parents, who totally restricted their children from watching television. He believed that having some entertainment occasionally was healthy. He often told his son of his childhood life, told him how fortunate he was to be able to have a good education, how fortunate he was to be able to watch television, how fortunate he was to be able to watch travel in car, how fortunate he was to be able to live in a large house.He often encouraged his son to read more rather than watching television, as it was far more beneficial.

There was a knock on the door, and the head of Hari's wife appeared from behind the door.

"Honey, dear, you want some coffee?" Hari's wife asked tenderly.

"Alright," Hari said, grateful for the kindness given out to him.

This wife of Hari, self sufficient, intelligent, had graduated from the University of Mancester, with a degree on accounting. Currently, she worked in a bank as an accountant, with a very satisfying wage. She provided the family with an economic source.

"The wheel turns and turns and turns, it never stops and stand still," Hari remembered what Mr. Panwallah said, and it proved to be true. The factories, houses, shopping malls, shops and apartments had been built in Thul, changing it from a quiet village to a bustling town by the sea. Many people moved into the new town, and settled there. The town now was very noisy, unlike when it was still a fishing village. the noise of horns and engines blared during the day. Smoke emitted from the factories rose into the once bright blue sky. Now, the sky was often gray and dark, not even a single ray of light penetrating the thick dark clouds. The factories also released waste water into the sea. Those toxic and sickly waste water dyed the sea into an array of colours, making marine life there extinct.

"Have you prepared for tomorrow's trip?" Hari mumbled, sipping his cup of coffee.

"Yes, I have prepared," Hari's wife replied.

Hari thought of the trip he and his family would be taking tomorrow to visit his parents. He felt excited, and imagined that when he arrived there he saw both of his parents, their face lined and hair graying, sitting comfortably on the sofa watching television. How excited his parents would be when they saw Hari and his family! They would come out of the house and hug Hari, cuddle Hari's son, greet Hari's wife. He had gave the house to his parents and bought a new one to live in when his wife married him. He still remembered their wedding. His parents had been there, his mother in tears, celebrating the marriage of him and his wife.

Hari also imagined Lila there, wearing a colourful sari, chatting enthusiatically with her tall and handsome husband. Her husband was a rich merchant, and since Lila's marriage with her husband her life had been carefree.

Lightnng flashed outside the pitch-black sky, and the sound of thunder broke Hari's train of thought. He went to bed early, dreaming about his son's bright future.