My mom had died after suffering a great pain. The sorrow of her separation was mitigated by loss of suffering by death. I reached the village; the car stopped at the gate of my brother. All the children of the neighbourhood came rushing; “Madhu phua has come.” My nephew and bhabhi also came out of the house. Everyone was happy at my sudden arrival. Suddenly I felt that my blood vessels were numbed as if my legs were going behind. After crossing the stair cases; I found the easy chair; near the door was the machia. The whole atmosphere was the same; my bhabhi has not made any changes after the passing away of my father and mother. Near the vacant easy chair; suddenly my legs stopped and I forcefully prevented my hands from folding. I forcefully entered the room. Bhabhi has spread the cot in the yard; women and children surrounded us; from courtyard to door and every place was full. After a long time all have gathered together but even in the atmosphere emptiness was pursuing me. I realised my mom was staring at my every limb; I was shaken. My aunt quickly perceived my condition and said; “Madhu is remembering her dead mother.” As if somebody had pierced a needle in the wound; I started crying. —from this collection Heart touching stories from renowned author Mridula Sinha; which will move you and make you emotional.