The couch sagged sadly in the middle and groaned as he eased his heavy frame into it…
The couch was going to miss him, as the cancer diagnosis was confirmed. In a rare unguarded moment, he confessed that his son is not willing to spend on his treatment. Anyway, there was nothing to look forward to, and he would be happy to meet Death. Those are my memories of the last meeting with him on his birthday.
My eyes turn to the verandah where he spent his afternoons reading spiritual books.
The centenary year celebration on the lawns outside is grand. Everybody has something nice to say about the person who is no more, to make their presence felt in the gathering.
I wonder how much money has been spent on this celebration. Wish it could have given him a few happy moments in his old age…
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Love this Reena! 🙂 very nice story!
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Thank you so much!
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A touching story, Reena. Yes, so much is spend on shraddh…:(
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It is a social show-off.
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So true.
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:_(
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Very sad but must be told.
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Thank you, IV Greco!
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So sad!!!! 😢
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Thanks for resonating, Patty!
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Depressing but it’s a fact of the world we live in. 😦
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Thank you, Aboli!
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the saddest story of the week, and it made me angry…
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Your response is justified.
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Sad story, but all too real
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😔😔
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