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Author poorvajaa dedicates her true-crime novel somehow-i-missed-it to Harshit Kauntai Sharma
9 Oct

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In loving memory of my son, who visited this planet from 31st May 1995 to 31st Jan 2016
His humor and affection will not be forgotten by those who know him. His smile was so genuine that it would lighten up any face and spirit.
I avoid thinking about him and keep myself centered, but there has not been a single day where his memories have not come flooding back in my eyes, at least once.
That night in hospital, the scene, I am weeping and shouting,  refusing to identify the body, " I do not need a body, what will I do with this body . Give it to me along with Kontu inside then only I will identify it ".
Tired of crying, I become quiet and continue to shed silent tears down my cheeks. Every hospital staff is looking at me, willing to help, wishing they can.
His father, who left abroad when he was six months angel,  absconding since then.  I did not know the power of myself until then. This angel grew up to a handsome, kind man.
I shattered when this angel left for heavenly abode. I am left with only one choice to be substantial to the extent nothing matters.
His father did not come to see his body; nevertheless, he calls from the US on 2nd day of his death and asks if I need any money.
Outwardly  I modestly say, "No, thanks."
Inside I am all afire. My ego is shouting at the top of my voice,   silently   "What Money??.Bl***y Bas***d Gone are the days when I needed money. Now  I can feed ten people like you every day. Keep your money with you and be happy.”

Life goes on !!!

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