Life doesn't always give a second chance!

It was 18th august morning. We all were waiting eagerly for her to come and were just dying to hear her speak.
There was silence in the house; no one even looked at each other. And after a few hours, she came home. Lying on a stretcher, carried on shoulders, she entered the house.

I don't know why everyone was addressing her as "the body has arrived", but for me, my grandma had come home. Yes, I was too numb to realize any other thing. As I went close to her, it seemed that she was still sleeping, and she would soon call out my name. I touched her forehead, it was cold. I called her name, but she didn't respond. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. It was hard to believe that she wouldn't call my name anymore.
They dressed her up in her favourite suit, the one in which she always looked beautiful. she was now ready to depart.
Only if she could see that so many people had come just to visit her, she would have been happy. But she was sleeping calmly, like a baby.

TO BE CONTINUED....