Had been awake two hours into the Bengali New Year and my 11th marriage anniversary - 7 years out of which I have spent as a widow. I remembered the sigh which had escaped my mother-in-law when her son's plastic wrap covered body was being taken for cremation. She had said "Amar sundor chhele ta!" between sobs. A rough translation would be "My beautiful boy!" I do not know why this memory of all came a visiting at 2:00 AM in the night. Tears trickled down my eyes. Not for me. Not for my husband. But for the hapless mother. I went to bed and looked at my daughter. The net gain of an ill-fated marriage. I put my arm around her and fell asleep.
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