She enters her home sadly. Everything looks so sad to her. She is not hungry and thirsty. She forces the food and water down her throat for the past three days. Her voice is very feeble. The house doesn’t look the same. Everything looks sad when your soul and mind is sad. She sits on the edge of the bed, and she doesn’t have enough energy to change her clothes. She slips under the comforter without taking a shower and changing clothes.
She looks at Babaji’s pic on the right side of the wall. She doesn’t say a single word, but she has spoken many talks with her silent which only almighty could understand it.
She talks to Banny and Ina, “I apologize for not telling you a good story. I am tired and want to get some rest”.
Both looks at her with some disappointment. Banny tells Ina, “This is not my hooman mommy. Why she won’t talk to us”.
Ina tells Banny, “doggy boy, why you don’t understand that she needs some rest.”
She ignores the boys and continues to look at Babaji’s pic. She closes her eyes, and tears start to shed spontaneously from her eyes. She wants to sleep. This is her life cycle now: sleep, go to work, come home, and sleep again.
Ina asks her slowly, “do you miss my father?”
She tells him, “No, why would I miss him?”
Ina asks her again, “why are you so quiet and sad? Why there is tears welled into your eyes? You are hiding from us. Didn’t we decide, ‘no more secret’ kind of thing”?
She hugs both boys, “Yes, I do miss him. I feel like talking with him. I want to see his face. My time is up”.
Ina suggests her, “why you don’t call him?”
The woman laughs and cries at the same time, “you are so innocent. Your father is a very clever person. He is brave enough to hide his feelings. I am brave enough to share with everybody”.
Banny tells her, “I know he loves you so much. I have seen it. Why doesn’t he realize it?”
The woman looks at the roof and tells the boys, “He will talk but not in this life. This life cycle has already ended. My life journey has started its different path”.
Her thoughts go deep into the past. She misses all conversation which they both had once. She looks at Almighty, “are you there? Can you feel something? My demon starts to knock again which always brings destruction. Almighty, can you help me. Your daughter feels alone and sad. I don’t need happiness. I don’t need anything. Isn’t time for justice yet. I am tired of hanging around. My hands are getting tired and there is not much left to hang on, so call me back, almighty. I am so ready to come back”.
Outside is thundering, and rain is pouring, and her window is open. She always leaves the window open. Maybe guardian angel, almighty or her bubby would come to rescue her through the open window. she does not care if the rainwater comes inside the house. There is also raining and thundering inside of her.
Neither her nor someone else could figure it out which rain is heavier: The rain pouring inside of her wailing soul or the rain pours from the sky.
“The Church lady always says, “Hang on, Munna Sara”. Her mentor/boss, ‘Hang on, Munna. She asks herself, “What should I use to hang on? Should I hang on to my broken soul, or broken faith or broken desires or broken dreams? What should I use to hang on”.