The last letter

"It was a brief affair . Even calling it an affair would be a disgrace to both of us and our families when riots were erupting everywhere ." She said in her Punjabi -accent English to her Canadian -accented grandson . She was in the last stages of life .Her face wrinkled , knuckled reflecting like a crisp shirt , thin limbs and her hair white as snow . Even those hair were a luxury for her , when her eyelashes had fallen off .
There was another regret beside her eye lash fall and withering beauty . She couldn't find a single eye lash so that she could make a wish .
A wish of being courageous and brave enough in her next life to do a thing she wasn't able to do , to burn the last letter .