The Lady of the house has passed away two days back. The incident has robbed the home of its peace and balance. As if the keystone has been removed, bringing down everything that it was holding together. Leaving behind her husband and two children, the lady moved on to the other world. May be a world filled with serenity and tranquility, unlike the material world we are living in.
The grief-stricken husband and the children are clueless of the world outside. Time has stopped at this house. There is no movement. No one is bothered about the morning tea nor the newspaper. The clock struck eight yet no one is stirring. The man leaves for his office by this time. The children board the school bus at this time. The school bus arrived and all the children got in. Still the children in this house are unmoved.
The silence prevails. Deep within, everyone is looking for the Lady, yet everyone knows she can never come back. Consolations run around the house from friends and relatives burdening the heart more and more. They say that time will heal the wound. Yes, time may heal the wound but the scar and the pain remains lifelong!
The clock ticks at its usual pace at this house of bricks and mortar, not bothering of those who are behind it. Indeed, it is an selfish instrument - constantly moving, insensitive of others' emotions. Is it possible to make the clock run in the reverse direction? To go back and say "Ma, I love you. I will miss you always..."
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