By Nidhi Javalagi
Months after my death, I’m still tethered to our home, invisible, as grief always is. My last shocked inhale still stuck in my throat as I helplessly watch you choke on grief. So much of love is habit, I realise, as I see you keep laying out plates for two. The teacups, however, remain untouched. You always refused to make tea, claiming I made it better somehow. I’d roll my eyes and comply, reminding you to blow on it.
The day you make yourself some, the breath finally whooshes out of me and over your cup. It’s time to let go.
Made me smile – thank you! I love the understated way the emotion comes across, and how the one left behind finally and quietly comes to terms with their loss.
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Lovely 101 words! Thanks, I enjoyed reading this!
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Superb piece of writing. Kudos.
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Hello Nidhi,
Left me breathless. Story built slowly to the perfect ending–release for the deceased and the mourner.
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Very touching and oh so true.
Nicely done!
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I really liked that. Thank you ?
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Poignant, reads beautifully like poetry!
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Brought tears to my eyes… lovely piece of writing
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My breath hitched at the end. Beautiful and sad little story.
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Beautiful story!
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Wow. Well done.
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Sad, well told.
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That was sad, but beautiful. I could envision every word of it.
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Poignant reflection, deep.
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Exactly my mind of story. Sad, beautiful, traffic, hopeful. Well done!