A lonely rainy day.

I woke up today to howling winds and rain.The sky was dark and foreboding. Anita left gor Kolkata by the morning train.Chottu and Ankita had left gor Mumbai by the 5 am Indigo flight.Todo was absolutely miserable. Then it duddenly hit me.

I was absolutely alone in the house.All through these years,Ma was omnipresent in her ground floor room.Watching TV,listening to music,complaining about so many things,and making her presence felt.Visitors would come to meet her,Aloke,Dhanapati every single day,asking g about what to get from the market.Maid would ask her about the menu for the day.I would ask her about her bowels and general health and listen to to her complaints.Her careers also contributed to the general sense of hustle and bustle

But now,the house is all empty. Sadness envelops everything like a dark shroud.Todo is forlorn,there is nowhere to go when we are not there.The maid tiptoes through the house,as if afraid of a ghost.Nobody watches the TV anymore.

One person filled up the house with so much of happiness and joy,and now she is not here.The sky weeps.So do I.