The blue sky

I got to know about a group called DIG (Deutsche-Indische Gesellschaft) from a friend in Karlsruhe, whom I had met in a Christmas market. It is a group of Indians and Germans (I think) who come forward to celebrate the Indian festivals during the year and they organize different events for getting Indian and German people together. They kickstarted the year 2018 with Republic Day Celebrations and I wanted to attend it just to see how is it here? I took T along in the hope of finding small kids there to play with him. He came with me hoping to meet someone of his age. It was a good chance to socialize with Indian kids, I thought! He has lost the Indian touch, already I feel 😉 We both reached the venue. It was a hall of a community center and was good enough to accommodate 25-30 people. The managing team of DIG and their spouses and other regular members were there already, around 10 people and 2 Germans. We sang our national Anthem and a few patriotic songs. I stood ther...

I held her hand for one last time. I stroked her head for one last time. Her hands were cold and numb, almost lifeless and her body was just bones covered with a thin skin layer. And she was gone. Though she was breathing mechanically with the help of devices in the hospital, her soul had left her body and the doctor declared that she is no more.