Anjali walked to the small altar where their mother’s photo rested, surrounded by wilted flowers from last week. She lit a diya.
Anjali nodded, dropping her bag. No grand hugs. Just silence. The kind of silence that knows too much. sister birthday song tamil
The clock struck seven. Time for the birthday ritual. But no mother to cut the cake. No father—he had left years ago. Just the two of them, and the ghost of a song. Anjali walked to the small altar where their