It's been eight years now. I thought how would I live without her and one gloomy dusk, she left us.This story made me cry. She didn't believe in ghost but had a faith on some unknown power. She had name for them; Ram, Krishna, Shiva and many more. It is not the story she told us but the story she herself was; a epitome of integrity and love, I wish to pass on to my kids.  You took me to the time when I was with my HajurAama and was very happy to be with her.

Thank you Rythm