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The evening was dark, not so cold, maybe a little breezy, calm yet somewhat agitated. A track mate dropped her off in the parking lot. She wore a purple and yellow sweat suit with grayish red Nike tennis shoes; the right foot shoe lace was a bit tighter than needed. Those shoes were bought from an expensive store before her mother left for India. Perhaps, it was a gift to keep her happy in her mother’s absence and for her 14th birthday which they had celebrated 'small-ly' about a month or so ago.
She ran to the door and rang the bell. To her surprise there was no answer. She then rang the doorbell right next to their apartment. Her aunt opened the door and gave her a wooden smile. "Is didi here?” she asked. Without giving her aunt the opportunity to answer, she had already peeked inside and entered the apartment to find her sister sitting with B-Kaka, A-Maushi and R-Mama on the black velvet sofa, which was bordered with gold gaudy material. It felt like they were all waiting for her. She said hi to everyone and immediately started talking about how the day had been and the races she had won and how the journalist couldn't stop taking her pictures and asking so many questions about her running method. Everyone smiled and listened. She felt a bit strange. On a normal day, someone or the other would have said, "Ok! Enough!" or “Alright, are you going to keep quiet now?" But on that day, they listened, to everything.
Her aunt served food in her plate and tried best to answer questions like, "Why is everyone here?" "How come the TV is off?" "Why is our apartment locked?" and more. As she was just taking her last bite, her sister stood on one side, her aunt held her close and said, "Pappa is no more."
As those words hit her ears, everything in the room turned into a disturbing picture of clear mess, which she carries in her heart till this day. It changes at times, with added and deleted memories, smell of the room, looks on everyone's faces, vivid and blurry words -heard and unheard.
There was a brief moment of silence and before anyone could realize or say anything it was completely broken by her gasps, weeps, and only one word came out loud, "mummy"—the person she wanted to be held by close to the heart at the time—who happened to be thousands of miles away, far from her.
She remembers things like, “Calm down, don’t cry, drink some water, come close to me...”, but her B-Kaka said, “Cry beta, don't stop yourself.” She listened and till this day she cries from the bottom of her heart every time she remembers that picture, but, alone.
Really, that was the only day she and her sister cried in the midst of many close ones, yet they both felt alone and far, so far, from their mamma, and forever from pappa.