It's evening, just light the lamp. The old father said on seeing him. He looked at his old father's face from the other side and on this dreadful cold evening full of fog, the father was sitting on the cot like a cold lotus. It's very cold today, isn't it? 'Yes,' he said, giving his father one more hope to live.

From childhood till today, he could not understand one thing that old age makes its nest in the human body itself. He remembered how his relatives, friends, and many beautiful faces of the city grew old and turned to ashes on the pyre of the crematorium. One day he thought that he too had to be burnt to ashes in any of these crematoriums. And this beautiful earth will come to rest.

What are you thinking son? His father asked with a worried expression. 'Nothing Baba---- Just you had remembered some old song. 'Which song------? Is there any song of Hemant da? His father was very fond of old film songs. He slowly put that song on the strings of his lips---- 'Or listen to the people of the world or to you.

'Oh wow, son! What a song has Hemant da sung! Well, you know what, why I named Tara Hemant! 'Why are you keeping it, Baba?'

So son that in that era music by composer and singer Hemant Da was very popular in the '60s. According to me, by naming you after Hemant da, I have given him a kind of tribute and a heartfelt salute.
Here both father and son were talking, from there Hemant's mother brought him tea.
'It's too cold, son today,' said Hemant's old mother, grabbing the tea with her trembling hand.
Now night had come. I used to be very scared of the ten bandhani nights. Because he had seen how these dark nights had put many of his loved ones to death.

'What are you thinking son?' murmured his father, shivering with cold.

'Nothing Baba----'
Hearing this, his father became silent. Because his Baba has told him many times that when someone says that he is not thinking anything--then that person is crying inside. His father started looking for something in the dark of night. Mother was also digging something in the sky.

Thinking about something, his father said softly to his son, 'one day both of us will not be there, then who will you talk to? To whom will you tell your heart? 'Why are you saying this, Baba?' His eyes filled with tears.