A Girl's Gang
When I went with my mother to the burning ghat and saw the familiar faces around her who had come to pay their last respects before she was cremated, one question that I had in my mind was why not a single person from her clan (be it her own blood-related family or her friends) came? All the people who were standing there were the ones who were related to my father by blood or the ones who were connected with my father's family. As days passed, I introspected her life. When I asked myself - "Where are her people?" "You are her people. You, your father, and your brother are all that she had!" I could clearly see through now - how gradually she distanced herself from her friends, deprioritized her own relatives, and stopped attending her own family functions just because either my brother or I had an exam or my father had to travel for work or for his own relatives' well-being. Gradually, my mother succumbed to the idea, like millions of other married women...