It was in the early 2000 when I was walking on the road and found a poor woman sobbing on the street mourning the death of her six-month-old infant. On my way home I kept thinking about her life, her husband, her parents, her in-laws. There was nobody around her and she was wailing unable to get a grip of herself. I kept thinking about her husband and his reaction to the tragedy, will he empathize with her that she had to handle this crisis single handedly or will he blame her for what had happened even though it was not her fault. Weeks passed by but the incident was still hovering in my head, unknowingly I began making notes. The subject had the potential of a dramatic narrative but the details were taking long to form a pattern. I was certain that it had to be the story of a family but what kind of a family I didn’t know and so I decided to wait till the story in my head was ready to lead me…
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