A poignant short story by Priya N. Iyer talks about the loss of a parent and witnessing the other parent cope with it.
Veena hurriedly paid the auto driver. She had gotten delayed at the Center today. Her daughter Preeti was waiting at the gate, holding the mail in her hand.
“Why are you waiting outside?” Veena asked.
Preeti visited her parents once a week on her way back from work. It was good that Preeti and Nitin lived in the same town. They lived quite close when their daughter, Diya was little. A few years back they had moved further away to a swanky apartment complex.
“I just got here myself. Baba, isn’t home, is he?” Preeti asked, ringing the bell. “The curtains are all pulled shut, I thought nobody was home.”