Whatever the reason was, amongst all that grief, she still managed to pull off a faint smile for her son. And that’s the sort of person I aspired to be.
So, his uncharacteristic show of concern for her, touched her and in that moment, ironically, she did not feel lonely. Oh, she was alone, alright. But not lonely.
Sadhna had mentioned to Charu about her marriage and that she would find her a good place where there would be other kids her age. Charu had cried and cried and begged her to let her stay.
An exploration of why grieving becomes boring to the griever with some answers! Clothes strewn over, books piling up; Wasting away in a haze.
The story of how a life is wrenched apart by the repercussions of another person’s addiction. When one last smoke burnt the last straw.
In simpler sense, we know a girl to be a female: A female whom we see as our mother, our sister, our friend, our wife or our daughter in different stages