They filed out of the ant-hill in a line. Rishabh’s eyes were transfixed on the ants as they made their journey. A loud voice from inside the home jolted him from his reverie.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” his father was shouting.
“What the hell is wrong is with you?” he heard his mother shout back.
Rishabh felt sadness welling up inside him. His parents seemed incapable of stopping their fights.
The ants were now inside the home in their unified, undisturbed line. Rishabh had a wry smile on his face as he wondered if they ever quarreled.