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Why can't

I

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forget it
04 | March 2016

Vishakha was sipping her tea, when she
heard the message notification on her
phone. It was a video message. As she
watched the video, tears just cascaded
down her cheeks. This used to happen quite
frequently. Her husband Nimesh had been
transferred abroad for his work, so it was
just the two of them living abroad. Vishakha
did not have a job, so she kept herself busy
by spending most of her time with her
neighbor Renukaben. Although Renukaben
was 52 years old, they found that they were
very compatible with each other and hence,
they had a good friendship.
One morning, with hot bhajiyas in
hand, Renukaben rang Vishakha's doorbell.
When she saw her face, she asked," How are