How does one define anniversary? A celebration? If so, this is not one.
A commemoration, yes - a remembrance.
Last week, 15th June. This was the date.
This was the last time I had seen my mother alive, when she had left Bangalore to go to Delhi for a month and a half.
Life has molded itself somehow. I do not feel like going to Delhi any more The empty house is not something I want to see. What I want to see and I will never, so I am best placed, where I am.
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