Remembering these old bengali songs.
It is exactly a year back, 06th July, 2015, when I was in a flight, flying to Delhi to see the lifeless body of my mother, for the last time.
People say time is a healer. Not sure. Will time make me forget. Everyday, when I think of something at home, I turn back and realize that she is not there.
Every evening there is a lump in the throat and eyes are moist.
Miss you Ma.
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