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A dirge by a mother, who has just lost her child to the erasing blackness of death. She was a mother. But she's nameless, now. A mother, no more.
The darkness has lessened a tiny bit. But it still hurts like it was yesterday. She was screaming in the hospital bed, just after waking up as soon as her anaesthesia wore off.
Are you the same person who was an all-rounder in college? Are you the same person who had huge ambitions, who wanted to do an MBA, who wanted to have a great career? If you are, I hope you will find your way back to who you really are, Sneha.
The school, the only concrete building, had people milling about it when we reached. Khan Dadu and his Ammi wept bitterly. She informed him that more of their land had been washed away
Aanya dropped her overnight bag and rushed to hug her mom, breathing in the familiar scent of Nivea cream mixed with her mom’s unique scent. Maya, caught off guard by the sudden hug, sensed something wrong, but didn’t say a word.
They had chosen the village as their impenetrable refuge- Malar from her broken relationship, and Madhavi from the war. Each of them meant the world to the other: a mother, sister, daughter and all. She started packing her bags. As she went around collecting her books that lay scattered across the floor, she caught a […]
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