Daddy was brought home. A bed sheet was spread on the floor and his body was placed on it. Agarbatti was lit on his left and right side. There were only two rooms in that factory quarter. In the first room, we all were sitting around him. I was staring at his body. He was sleeping with no worries. I was wearing a blue lucknavi salwar suit which I admire most. But now I was hating my dress. Mom was weeping bitterly as she didn’t knew that in that moment her whole life has taken a new turn. In between 11am or 12pm, nana, nani , Honey and babu arrived. As soon as mummy saw nani she broke down. Honey was quiet to see daddy in that position. Chuttan was sitting near mummy.  I was restless. It felt like all our dreams had dashed and we hit the rock bottom. All of us were very young and no one could think about how we are going to spend life without our daddy as he has pampered all of us. He never shouted on us. And he always gives examples to make us understand the chapters of life. None of our mausis was there. Even mamu had not come since they didn’t fathome the gravity of the situation and assumed that worse will not come. They came when they got the telegram after two days. Around four in the evening, everyone was getting ready to leave for my dad’s funeral. Mom said that he will be taken to Haridwar as he used visit Haridwar on every Ganga snan. A huge crowd had gathered to catch a last glimpse of daddy. While mom was called downstairs she was crying bitterly by saying who is going to look after the children. We had seen daddy for the last time and as he was taken, one of the aunties told me that the doors of our home should be open on that night and put two diyas in front of the main door. I and mom didn’t slept the entire night…