"she went away"
every summer, my nani used to go out to our backyard and pick mangoes. she would come back with a basket that had only the sweet ones. i still don't know how she learnt that art.
she would then make mango jam and mango ice cream and mango milkshake and sometimes even mango sandwich.
yes, mango sandwiches. they didn't taste that bad.
and when you asked her, 'why this obsession with mangoes?', she'd simply say, 'your mother used to love mangoes'
you'd think that their relationship would have been a great one. but it was just the opposite. maybe that's why she tried her best to make our relationship perfect.
sometimes, when people are treated badly, they make sure to not let anyone else ever go through that.
the first time someone bullied me in school, i came home crying.she let me cry instead of telling me to stop. sometimes that's the best thing you can do for others. let them feel things.
late in the night, when we were on the terrace under a bright full moon, she pointed to it and said, 'the moon is so beautiful and yet some people can only find faults with it. the problem isn't with the moon, it's with those people's thoughts.'
i smiled and went to sleep.
my nani, she died in the starting of summer, this year. In the season of mangoes.
for others, her death means the date on her death certificate. 27 of April. for me, she's still dying everyday. everyday i am losing fragments of her. the way she smiled, talked, made mango ice creams, sang.
and that's the toughest part of losing someone. having to lose them over and over and over, every day.
people don't just die one day. you keep losing them, a bit at a time which makes everything so much difficult.
my nani, she used to be my best friend. she isn't anymore.
now, the stars are.
evey night, i talk to them about her. last night, i told them about her mango sandwiches. it is our own
way of never forgetting her.
You are being missed and I feel lonely, is there any way you can just come back??
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