Amma and Appachan, today, have gone to Chittoor. They are
attending my cousin’s father-in-law’s funeral. And it has been pouring since
morning. Uncle was undergoing cancer treatment at Lakeshore Hospital. His body
was recovered from the well as he had committed suicide. The funeral was held
at 4.00pm. Took leave from work…
THE END
I saw him motionless,
My eyes were drowned in tears,
A lump in my throat,
The child in me wept inconsolably…
Hours later, he still remained
Motionless,
I cried
Speak to me, please
Will you please?
I cried
Wake up, please
Will you please?
Your little girl is crying
Please, hold her
Everything appeared pale,
Why did they wrap you in white?
You led such a colorful life
This somehow didn’t suit you…
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