Kavya's pov
I was there.
I sat on the floor, and Mumma was behind me, gently braiding my hair. Her fingers moved slowly, carefully , just the way I remembered.
Everything felt warm. The room… the air… even the silence. It felt like home.
A faint smell drifted in from the kitchen, haldi, something familiar. The soft sound of utensils echoed in the background, creating a rhythm that once belonged to my everyday life.
A life that once felt complete. I didn't turn immediately. I was scared, scared that if I moved… it would all disappear.
But after a moment, I turned. And there she was. Just like before.
A soft smile on her face. As if nothing had ever changed.
We stood in the kitchen together. She rolled out the dough perfectly, while I tried to copy… my shapes were uneven as always.
A quiet laugh filled the space. Soft. Familiar. I found myself smiling.
It had been so long since that feeling came so naturally.
She moved around the house the same way, adjusting curtains, fixing things that didn't need fixing, and folding the blanket neatly.
I just watched. Silently.
Afraid that even blinking might take it all away.
"Mumma…", My voice felt small.
"I'm scared of this new beginning." No answer came.
"I know it's the right path… but this emptiness… it doesn't leave."
My fingers slowly moved to my wrist. The black thread. The silver moon.
A pause.
"I miss you so much." Silence followed.
But it didn't feel empty. It felt… full.
I stepped closer. "Just… stay for today." My hand reached forward slowly.
For a moment, Everything paused. She turned. Our eyes met.
There was something in them… something I couldn't understand.
Her lips parted, as if she was about to say something
Rrrrrringgg.
The sound shattered everything.
My eyes opened. The ceiling stared back at me. The room was quiet again. Still. Empty.
My fingers tightened around the thread on my wrist, as if I could hold onto the dream a little longer.
But it was already gone.