The show must go on. If someone had told her this five years
ago, she would have killed that person right away. Five years ago doorbell of
their house rang loud. When she walked in the lounge from her father’s room, her
eyes met with a box placed on their table. It was bright yellow with red
inscription for the name of shop and it held sweets in it. Everything about the
box and its contents was representing happiness and life; bright yellow as sunshine, red as rose
and sweet as sugar. The box was all about glee and bliss in itself. These
sweets were distributed by their family friends to celebrate the birth of their
grandchild, her mother told her. She embraced her mother tightly and told her
about the death of her father. It all happened in seconds. But these seconds
were so long that they appeared to span a lifetime. Her dear father breathed
his last breath on his bed. She was helpless as she saw her king leaving for
eternal journey. That was one moment when her soul crushed, her heart broke and
her strength gave away. But she still was breathing.
