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The clock chimed 8 pm. “Late again, “ Rohan cursed himself. “But today, no matter what, I will go to the gym, no matter how late I get.” Determined Rohan, 52, pot-bellied, a Top Executive in a multinational company jumped into his car. The traffic was thick even at this hour. He glanced at his mobile as it chimed. His wife, Sneha, was calling. He switched on the Bluetooth. “Yes, I will be late by an hour. Will drop by the gym for some time. Keep the dinner on the table.” That was the last time, Sneha spoke to him. Two hours, later, she called and called but there was no response from the cellphone. Finally, Rohan picked up. She was ready to bombard him with angry protests when the gym watchman answered Rohan’s phone. He had collapsed on the treadmill. They had taken him to the nearest hospital. She should reach there. And the line went dead.

Meera was sitting and watching television. She was 62 years old, recently retired and lived with her grandson, Nishant, who was studying in college after the death of his parents. Her other daughter was married and lived in the USA. She enjoyed living with Nishant. He was a mature boy and was clearly meant for greater things. She did have a full social life with her satsang ladies and her travel group. She was in good health and pretty content with life. She had been having a niggling pain in her arm but was ignoring it, hoping it would go away. But not tonight. She was feeling restless and the pain intensified. She yelled out to Nishant. He came bounding from the other room to see his grandmother fall to the ground.

Seema worked in a government office at a clerical position. The pay was steady but not too much. Her husband, Prakash, had passed away a couple of years ago and her household was plunged into financial crisis. His life insurance money and her savings and income helped manage to keep the house afloat.  Her daughter, Rashmi, had stars in her eyes. She wanted to do CA after her graduation. She was a hardworking student and her mother’s pride. Just thinking about her brought a smile to Seema’s face and brightened the worst of days. As she was walking home lost in thoughts, a speeding bike knocked her down. Her hand broken, her last thoughts were of of Rashmi as she lost consciousness.

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