Its a story about Samar and his sister Samara... It's about how this boy loves his sister and his world revolves around her. Even though there are bitter sweet fights but at the end of the day he loves her more than his life.
And then how w...
After six months of Dada's death we visited home. Because we needed to talk to the lawyers and the cops about how dada's case is going forward.
Mum and dad had lost half their reason to live. The house had become so silent and calm. There was no Samar dada to light up things. And to crack his silly stupid jokes time and again. The house felt so empty. It felt like the house itself was still mourning on the death of Samar dada. As it continues to cherish the memories of us brother and sister and our childhood.
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After spendidng one whole day with mum and dad and talking to them about how they were doing and were they keeping up with the cops and lawyers. We went to bed early. As we were tired from the long journey.
The next day we went to the cops and talked to them.... The head cop said, "It's a water tight case. The criminal aint getting away. We have an eye witness and also the CCTV from the shops in the road clearly show his registration plate and his car model. Now there is no getting away for him. Your brother will be brought to justice ma'am. Don't you worry!" I nodded my head in agreement . Yet I had tears in my eyes. Ricky rubbed my back and said, "Its okay darling. Samar will be brought to justice.. We have every witness and proofs in our favour. Now shall we leave?" I nodded.
We then visited the advocate who was to fight the case on our behalf. He said, "We are all set. But as it is a court case. The proceedings are going to be very very slow. And the verdict will be anounced when we are done. May take months to years!" I replied, "Sir, I don't care how many months or years it takes. I just need you to bring my brother to justice. That is all!" The advocate replied, "Don't worry miss. The case is in our favour."
We then headed back home. On our way back I had taken the memory train back to our childhood and remembered how dada used to pull my leg and tease me at times. But at the end it'd always be him to come and say sorry and make up with me.
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I was brought back to the present day, when the car screeched to a halt at our house.
The next few days were very busy. As we were preparing for Dada's sixth month Sharaddha. I was busy shopping for all the ingredients and stuff required by the prists to perform the rituals. Where as Ricky was with mum and dad. They were a emotional wreck. They couldn't bear the fact that it's been six months that their first born was dead. Dada was anyway the life and happiness of the family. Six months have past but with his death, all of us lost a part of ourselves.
