In the way .

 I'm sitting just next to a person, my eyes have astonishment, shock, curiosity, sorrow in the form of tears. I'm on a bus right now and the route doesn't allow me to use the internet pleasantly so I decided to read the book I started a couple of days back, I was not intended to complete the book but to use it as a tool to spend some time to prevent myself from a small talk with that person next to me. As I continued reading I was into that book, which is normal as a reader to experience but after a while reading I reached to a point, a position, I never expected, now I'm trying to hide my tears from that person next to me. I'm sure you might be thinking that person must be a fellow passenger but it is my dad . 

I again started reading holding the canal of tears but it took a line, a single line to burst that canal. A thick drop slided over my chin and ran into mask ( that way I wear double mask I guess ) I thought to wear my glass but in that blurry vision I couldn't find them. Now I was just worried about my dad not seeing me like this. 

I tried to calm down and took water, but I was in bus I forgot that , water fell on me .

I'm sure he realised, he saw me picking book from my backpack, he saw me reading the book, he saw me crying, but he did say anything.

उन्होंने मुझे बस्ते से किताब निकलते देखा था ,

उन्होंने मुझे किताब पढ़ते देखा था ,

उन्होंने मुझे रोते देखा था ,

पर वो कुछ नहीं बोले।

It was silence. Few minutes later he tried to distract me, said " marble are cutting there , so dust " but I just closed my eyes and ignored the conversation .