My Uncle invented a way to talk to
his gone wife.
Tantriks
said, “He sees her ghost.”
People
called him, “Mad.”
And I saw
his state as a way to end his loneliness and thus finding a reason to live.
He cried
all the way from Amritsar to Chandigarh in the ambulance. A journey of six
hours in which he was packed like sardines with the body of my aunty in a
Maruti Omni Ambulance. Imagine the scene; you have the body of your life in
front of you. You can’t quit weeping; you have no one to comfort you, no one to
provide some solace to you. Even a brave heart could not help himself in such a
situation.
