She had bid a tearful goodbye with henna covered hands; he had waved back, his eyes reflecting his heavy heart…that was their last time together.. His memories flooded her being as train left the station. Sleeping on his lap telling silly stories; chasing butterflies and dancing in the rain… his hot pakoras and cool milkshakes, his struggles at plaiting her hair… his calm demeanor and soothing words; He had lovingly become the mother she never had… Holding his ashes, she weeped “Papa, how could you leave me alone and go?” Little one in her womb kicked for the first time….
