Chapter- 1

Narrator point of view

The dark clouds surround the sky giving a sign that it was going to rain heavily. The gloomy environment, lighting, the thunder. It looks like that even God was showing his condolence to the young lady. Numerous people were present in the courtyard of the aggarwal's  house women wearing white suit and salwar and men in white kurta and pajamas. The corpse of Mr&Mrs aggarwal was lying there.  The dead body was covered with a huge white cloth. The so called relatives and neighbours were gossiping among themselves about the aggarwal's property . Nobody was worried about the grief stricken girl who lost her entire family in a few matter of hours. If only she knew that she  was seeing her papa for the last time in the morning she would have never allowed him and her mother to go to that damn reception . She hated socializing that's why she decided to stay home and pack her bags for Italy her flight was due in two weeks. Nothing matter now, the family her dream her happiness everything is gone. Leaving behind them a trail of memories bitter and sweet both to live. After her brother's death tanya suffered from depression. Her treatment was going on but at times when it becomes so much for her body to control she use to have emotional outburst.  Zainab and Mr Theo Marco(Tanya's  father best friend) was also present there. Zainab was consoling tanya though she was not crying but still she can see the pain in her eyes, the pain, the sadness and most over anger  was present there. Theo was worried about tanya as his consider her as his own daughter. He had promised her father to take care of her. He knew how bitchy and greedy her relatives were.  The major task for him to now convince tanya to leave India for a while and shift with him to Italy to start a new life there but how? After coming the shamshan bhoomi tanya locked her in her parents room and cried her eyes out. Though zainab tried to go after her but she was stopped by her cousin brother.

Tanya(P.O.V)

The fearing of losing someone who is dear to you cannot be expressed in words. After prateek bhai's death papa and mummy was there for me. It was major blow for all of us but we managed. Papa promised me on that day that he will never leave me alone how dare he broke his promise!? . Why at the end of the day I am the one who is getting hurt? I never harmed anyone in my life and then god is punishing me and taking my loved ones away from me!?Why?? The only emotion which I can feel now is pain. There in pain in my body , my soul but the most painful pain is there in my heart. We all were so happy in the morning after receiving the mail. Papa was so happy that he distributed sweets in the whole neighborhood . One moment I was dreaming about being in Italy and living and pursuing my dream of becoming a teacher but now none of that matters . I am numb, I can see zainab trying to comfort me and well hear my bloody relatives gossipping among themselves and fake crying and showing fake sympathy towards me. I don't need them. Despite coming from a middle class family my father provided our family with everything he can afford. My dream was to go aboard and study but I know that papa would not be able to afford the Tuition fees. That's why I applied for scholarship exam and cleared it.  I can see my bua (father's sister) fake crying and cursing my mother for being a bad omen to my papa. How can she!? "Bahut ho Gya" (enough) I roared . Folding my hands it front of everyone I began speaking- Mujhe aap logo ki koi zaroorat nhi aur ha bua aapko sharam nhi aati, yeh jhooth aasu kisi aur ko dikhana , Mai mere maa-baap ka antim sanskar khud ki karoongi , mujhe aap aur aapki society se koi lena dena nhi mai aapne papa aur maa ka antim sanskar unn logo ke haatho se nhi hota dekh sakti joh sirf banawati hai, yeh unki sashir ka apmaan hai , aapki sachhai kya hai woh aap, mai aur aapki yeh society teeno hi janta hai achha hoga aap log yaha se chale jaye . Few of father's colleagues had real tears in their eyes and smiled weakly at me and said-  Beta hum yaha par rukh kar aapki help karayenge aap akele nhi ho. Deep inside I felt emotional,keeping them at bay and said to them - Thankyou uncle. Zainab was having tears of pride in her eyes, she looked at me in return I gave her a reassuring nod. Zianab was explaining uncle Theo what I said now . I have decided to stay in India how can I leave my birth place , this sweet home which contains the smell of my mother's heavenly cooked food, the bitter-sweet fights with my bhai. I can't do this. Memories is the only thing of them which is now left behind. I will say no to uncle theo . It was decided long before that if I get selected then I will live with Uncle Theo's family as my father and I both trusted him. We all went to the shamshan bhoomi and I with the help of priest performed all the rights of my father and mother . But as it is  a norm in the hindu society that the dead body should be burned by  son then only the person will have moksh. That Right was performed  by my  cousin brother who was very close to us and papa consider him as his own son. I hadn't shed a single tears . I feel that it is like a bad nightmare and it will get over.

Translation

I don't need anyone's help and aunt don't you feel ashamed go and show your fake tears to someone else . I will perform the last rights of my parents on my own. I don't give a damn to you and your so called society and my parents dead body will be disgrace if fake people like you will even take part in the funeral . We all know your true colours today aunt, even your society get to know the real you. So now please leave .

Child, we will stay here and will help you in the funeral (her father's colleagues said that)

Shamshan bhoomi - place of burial for hindus.

Moksh- salvation

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Flashback of the accident will be in the next update. Till then stay safe.

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