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My mom had died after suffering a great pain. The sorrow of her separation was mitigated by loss of suffering by death. I reached the village, the car stopped at the GATE of My brother. All the children of the neighbourhood came br>Rushing, “Madhu phua has come.” My nephew and Bhabhi also came out of the house. Everyone was happy at My sudden arrival. Suddenly I felt that My blood vessels were numbed as if My legs were going behind. After crossing the stair cases, I found the easy chair; near the door was the machia. The whole atmosphere was the same; My Bhabhi has not made any changes after the passing away of My father and mother. Near the vacant easy chair, suddenly My legs stopped and I forcefully prevented My hands from folding. I forcefully entered the room. Bhabhi has spread the cot in the Yard, women and children surrounded us, from courtyard to door and every place was full. After a long time all have gathered together But even in the atmosphere emptiness was pursuing me. I realised My mom was staring at My every limb, I was shaken. My aunt quickly perceived My condition and said, “Madhu is Remembering her dead mother.” as if somebody had pierced a needle in the wound, I started crying. —From this collection heart touching stories from renowned author radula Sinha, which will move you and make you emotional.
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