It was late at night when we reached my house. Mom was still wide awake waiting for us, to see if we have decided to move on or not. I opened the door of the car and held out my hand like a gentleman. Jasmine held my arm and got down. She had been crying all the way. Any sight of children literally made her sad. She got upset at very little things. Children, beautiful loving couples, a good romantic movie, or even a bar of chocolate. Everything reminded her of Alfred. The same things happened to me too. Maybe still now. A red dress, sweets, and even a pair of black heels all made me remind of my Amiya. But I have bottled my pain long ago. I have capped and sealed it tightly and threw the bottle into the depth of the ocean. It was as if I knew where it has fallen, I knew its existence and
