Ema died three days into the lockdown, and I still cannot forgive the silence of the shraddh. They talk now about protocols and dignity, but I know the truth was a lonely horror—just me, the priest, and two strangers with shovels at the Kangla Fort road cemetery. The debate is for people who didn’t have to weigh the smell of sanitizer against the smell of their own mother’s hair one last time.
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