It was day three after. After Appa had lain in a glass case in our front hall for the whole town to pay their last respects. After the last rites. After the wailing. After Amma`s sedation. I creeped into the bedroom and saw his bed, with the extra pillows for his feet. “Appa,” I said, and slowly lied on his bed, closing my grieved eyes, hoping for an answer. Just as I drifted off, I felt something under the pillow. Sitting up, I lifted the pillow. There lay his watch, his inhaler, and a perfectly folded cotton handkerchief, waiting.
Maheswari Raja is a person interested in stories and storytelling. She craves creating and is a physician in her day job. Instagram: mahesh.raja.md