The last wish
"Hi Maa! Happy Diwali. I am doing good. How are you?" Ravi's voice was extremely relieving for Sunita, even though it came through the phone. Sunita's age had taken toll on her vision and vocal cord paralysis had swallowed her voice completely. She could barely recognize people and things. Last week, Madhu, her sister's daughter, had been mistaken for the maid and reprimanded for absence. Not Sunita's fault though, Madhu had not worn her usual perfume that day. Madhu was actually the bluetooth between Sunita and Ravi as she aided their conversation where Ravi spoke and the Sunita just smiled. Sunita couldn't dial because of blurred vision, but Madhu was regular. This call routine was strictly followed. Not a single day was missed. And with the elixir of Ravi's voice Sunita obtained one more day of life everyday. Ravi worked in another city and had not been able to visit home for seven months in a row. "No. He is not like those crooked sons who ...