I am finding it difficult to go back to the place where you no longer stay.
To visit an empty room full of your memories.
The picture of us lying somewhere beneath the newspaper lining in your almirah.
The numerous mementos collected and gifted by loved ones.
The lovely saris I always had my eyes on.
The smell of your warmth still making the room welcome.
An old calendar marked with dates of our visit.
And the ‘cream’ , ‘powder’ you loved so much.
It is really scary to come face to face with the stark emptiness.
Of no longer hearing my name and no more stories to tell.
………..Getting prepared for a tough journey ahead………….