What was sadder?
Watching her
blink, yawn and breathe a few days ago
Or watching her
lifeless body lay there this morning?
What brought more
tears?
Seeing her lying there cold, motionless,
lifeless, still, stiff, her eyes wide open in shock
Or seeing her dressed in a pink flowery salwar kameez ready to be taken
to burn her to ashes?
Why didn’t they
let me go to the shmashana?
‘Because you’re a
girl.’
‘Oh. And what
about the idea that she was my Amma?’
For the dead old
woman’s sake, do not tell me the constraints of being a girl.
She’s gone.
Where did she go?
To a mysterious
land called Death.
‘Bitiya, come
here, let me tell you a story today.’
Who’s going to
tell me fantastic stories now?
For people, her
clothes in the cupboard were sarees and salwar kameez
For my father, a
small room overflowing with memories.
For, she too has
become a memory now.
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