Resign

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Ria pulls the flying white dupatta to my hair and tilts my smudged forehead to her shoulder. Neel clutches my bare wrists as if detecting a pulse. My strong children.

The smell of ghee, incense, and flesh wafts over Brahmins’ chants, bowed heads and the retiring sun. Orange flames rise in a chorus to consume him. The ashes fall lightly on me.

A decade of hospital benches and blood donation appeals ends.

The bottle wins. Resign. Life is the new adversary.

8 thoughts on “Resign

  1. Hema

    "The decade of hospital benches and blood donation appeals ends" This conveys a slight relief along with the obvious grief. Love it when writing does that, convey multiple emotions at once. Very well done!

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