She does not cry. But she does think of how Mumma only knocked on Amar’s door after the news came. How it did not even occur to her to check on her daughters. What she wanted was for someone to know. For her sadness to not go unnoticed anymore. She wanted, more than anything, to lay her head in her mother’s lap the way Amar often did, and tell her she had lost the first boy she had ever loved.
