August 13, 2018
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To my Godrej Almirah, with love
I stepped into the living room packed with mourning men and women. The air was potently infused with sandalwood incense jabbed into oiled coconut halves left burning from various corners. In the middle of the room, lay my grandmother covered in white soft cotton ā still and lifeless. People from everywhere came to pay their last respects ā they shed a tear, shared a memory, whispered a prayer and chanted a mantra for the soulās peace.
