When the sun rose, you fell down. It was around 2pm and I went to visit you. All you wanted was to lay under the sheets and rest all by yourself – in peace. You were in pain because you had fallen down the stairs. We thought you were going to be okay before an upcoming wedding. I went back home, had food then went to bed. I did not sleep well. When I woke up the sun was shining like usually. Kids were playing in the streets, cars were honking – everything was normal. But then we got a phone call letting us know that you had passed away. I`ve been told that you were over 100 years old all my life. You saw my father grow up. You saw me grow up, and I saw you. Early on in my life people told me about that old man or woman that I didn`t get to meet in my life. Therefore it`s important for me to share the story about you leaving us, Bhua Rakhi. The lady who saw everything.
Family and people from the village gathering to attend the rituals of a death.
Rest In peace, Bhua.