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Yes, all this time, the money had been there, it had been, for the past 40-45 years!  And there was a lot of it! I couldn't count, but Babli would, once the cook was out of the room!  Babli got rid of the cook, giving her some big money from her cupboard, and asked her to go shopping, to buy stuff for a feast, whatever she wanted to cook and eat!  Bewildered at the change in the atmosphere, the cook left with the money! I was so relieved, that I felt like just folding up and sleeping myself, but I knew, Babli needed me the most. She had not been very well, and the tension of past few years had also taken its toll.  Well, once, she had checked the money in the box, "wink wink", that I had been hiding, she could relax, I thought. Soon she was sitting and sipping her tea, I was sure she was planning her next move, as she had to. She wouldn't need to do anything now, I mean things, that she didn't want to do, things that others wanted her to do.  And I couldn't wa...

Yes, I was just the witness, who had witnessed it all. Her life, her youth, her happiness, her miseries, and  her helplessness! And today, I was going to witness what will break her heart, and would literally break me, completely!  Her son had left the paper and the pen right there, for her to sign. She had lied down again feeling weak, sad and abandoned. I could hear her crying.  My Babli, yes, she was now frail with age too, but she was still so beautiful, soft and loving, and my love for her had now reached yet another height, I was able to feel her pain and hear her unspoken  words even, and I was very protective of her. She was whispering about the deed, her son had asked her to sign, and remembering her son's father, who had left her alone to face it all in her old age.  The house had to be sold. Yes, and she had to leave, this house, this city, where she had come as a bride 50 years ago, an 18 year old young bride.  We had hardly been separated durin...

  While packing up a few summer clothes etc, I was thinking, just one more cupboard in the garage would have been good!  We always have just one thing extra for which we need that space, as  to make us happy and  comfortable. Just a bit more Because if we had just a bit more Time, or money or space!!  Never enough,  Just a bit more!   

Who are these people where do they come from where do they live How do they live? And, why do they live? Questions that we ask, ponder over, and ignore.