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- Going Away -

Saturday

June 3rd, 1995

Dear Diary,

My father told me that my mother was ill, I hurriedly caught the bus, all the time inauspicious thoughts were swirling in my head. I feared, maybe my father was responsible for mother's ill health. He didn't treat her nicely, nor did we felt good in his presence, grandmother too got irritated of him many times.

I jerked as the bus pulled brakes, ran to my home and when I reached my street, I saw my mother going away, I called out to her, she didn't listen, I ran towards her and as I passed my house, my sight feel on my mother being brought out for Antim Sanskar (funeral)


Good Night, Diary


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