So much has changed since the funeral.
“The hag will ruin our lives, poking her dirty nose in others’ affairs,” Mili, my wife, fired out venom.
“The bitch, always misleading Anu, against you!” fumed my sister.
I stood transfixed like in a tug of war.
The end of the terminal disease ended the years of rivalry, miseries.
The pangs, regrets of the loss on their faces, tell a sad tale. So palpable is the desire for another go at life, living companionably in peace.