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Jan 2018
Just finished filling up
a KYC form for my mother,
and as I mechanically
filled in the details,
mum nudged I had forgotten
to write
"Late"
before my grandmother's beautiful,
beautiful name.

It teared me up.
It always will.

I looked up at my mother,
and I realised that someday,
I will be adding the same prefix
before her name too.

And let me tell you -
even if
Death is inevitable,
Death is never fair.

Especially when it makes
an entry too late -
Too late until
Life has already
played out her magic.

Her filthy,
crooked magic of
Attachment.


Β©hecayte
Shradha Rai
Written by
Shradha Rai  22/F/India
(22/F/India)   
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