A dying father brought the brothers back in the same room on a smoky Diwali night. Vikram sat curled up in a corner, while Atul and his wife nervously fidgeted around on the sofa.
"Get up. Grab a guitar," Vikram said suddenly. He started to play a tune and Atul joined in. Like old times. Before the fight.
Vikram looked at Atul's wife. "I guess we are all just mortals… humans, no matter what we believe in. I was not very thoughtful before. I am sorry. Welcome to the family, Shazia."
Shazia nodded in agreement, and wiped away a tear.
To anyone who is confused by the story, 'Vikram' and 'Atul' are Hindu names, while 'Shazia' is a Muslim one. Interfaith marriages are still not common in India.
This is a post for Friday Fictioneers — A weekly picture-prompt for hundred word stories. This is my very first post for them. Hopefully I keep posting in the future. :)