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Aarihini forgot some of the words to the song she was singing and went quiet for a few minutes. Had she really forgotten? These memories of her mother were all that she had left now and she could not allow them to disappear!

But then she recalled the details of when her mother would sing the song in their kitchen: She saw her mother there – chopping vegetables in the late afternoon with chai brewing on the stovetop – and then she remembered the rest of the song. She began singing again.

Not long after that, Aarihini noticed a woman come down the village hillside toward her. The women stopped in the middle of the road and then just stood there staring at her, wearing an expression of surprise and guardedness.

On any other day, Aarinhini may have assumed that this village woman was judging her negatively or considered her some strange novelty. She would have ignored the women and gotten into her car to continue her journey.

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Aairihini came back to the present moment and realized she had been driving aimlessly while her mind was wandering. She had no idea where she was!
She stopped the car and somehow felt she was missing her mother more than ever. Aarihini felt a deep sense of regret for the stubbornness and defiance she showed her mother for so many years.
She felt like there was so much of life that she wasn’t living and knew that if only her mother were alive, she would be able to advise her on what to do – and she would listen. Aarihini started to imagine what advice her mother would give if she were there now….
She got out of the car and scanned the village landscape as the imaginary conversation with her mother played out in her head. She wandered along the deserted main road, imagining, thinking, remembering.
She started singing a song her mother used to sing to her when she was a young child – it had been so many years! Aarihini was surprised that she even remembered that song.

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Aairihini came back to the present moment and realized she had been driving aimlessly while her mind was wandering. She had no idea where she was!
She stopped the car and somehow felt she was missing her mother more than ever. Aarihini felt a deep sense of regret for the stubbornness and defiance she showed her mother for so many years.
She felt like there was so much of life that she wasn’t living and knew that if only her mother were alive, she would be able to advise her on what to do – and she would listen. Aarihini started to imagine what advice her mother would give if she were there now….
She got out of the car and scanned the village landscape as the imaginary conversation with her mother played out in her head. She wandered along the deserted main road, imagining, thinking, remembering.
She started singing a song her mother used to sing to her when she was a young child – it had been so many years! Aarihini was surprised that she even remembered that song.

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Again, Alpa was standing in front of the tiny mirror that hung in the hall, going through her morning routine a little later than everyone else. As she applied her sindoor, her eyes again wandered to the crack in the wall made by the nail that held the mirror up. Like every day since the mirror was hung, she followed the crack in the wall with her eyes, noticing the tiniest increases in its length and breadth over the last 24 hours.
Again, Alpa wondered how long it would be before the forces of nature worked through that crack to bring the entire wall crumbling down – would it happen all at once, maybe even from a tremor in the earth? – or would it just keep slowly breaking down over the years, particle by particle? Like so many times before, Alpa considered these same thoughts about what felt like the gradual and persistent breaking down of her spirit.
Again, she noticed how beautiful the late morning light was as it entered the room. Again she scolded herself for no longer being able to take any pleasure in such beauties of everyday life.

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