this story contains a little discription of funeral. Please read with caution. Soft cries filled the air, rising and falling somewhere in the background. I sat there with swollen eyes, hollow and burning, carrying nothing inside me except a deep, aching emptiness. My gaze remained fixed on the woman lying in front of me.She looked beautiful—more beautiful than I had ever seen her. Bangles adorned her wrists, anklets rested against her feet, and a deep red saree wrapped her fragile form. Once, the sight of her dressed like this would have filled my heart with happiness. But not now. Not