Now he responded to a question or a proclamation with a simple nod or a weary smile. He closed his eyes
We were asked if we had clothes suitable to wear at the funeral. Inspire of the death,life still went on, it was at a standstill for me but these mundane things reminded me of existence ..bedsheets had to be changed as visitors would come ..appearances had to be maintained. Why? A show of normalcy? Who defined the norm? We were far from it. We were stunned , My aunt helped my mother chose a saree for the funeral, my mom sported the red bindi she would not like to be seen without in public,
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