It is no use mentioning the time of the day, as these days Sameer was numb to the experience of the passage of time and couldn’t have told you the time. All he could have told u was that the sun was out and there was a breeze. The urn in his hands felt as if it was a part of his body now. He didn’t know this, but his son told him that he had spent the entire previous day clutching the urn in his hands. Sameer was astonished to hear this, not that he had spent the entire day doing this, but the fact that it happened yesterday. He knew yesterday happened, he just couldn’t tell if he was there. He heard a voice, he looked around to see whose it was, it was his son’s, standing right beside him.”When did he get here?”, he thought to himself or at least he should have. “Pa come on we need to go, it’s a long drive.” “Hmm” Sameer was in his senses more, the numbness had started to fade, he remembered what day it was. He wished he hadn’t. He got into his son’s car, a green chevy beat. ...
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