My grandmother and her sister unfortunately missed saying their final goodbyes an incompleteness no one else can see or ever fill again. Among countless other things which this virus has taken from us, it also has forced some vulnerable categories of people forgo the opportunity of certain closures. Because of what the world has experienced in the last few months, and because both of them belonged to that age which fell into the most susceptible group, they couldn’t see each other when one of them was exiting stage for the last time. They spoke to each other animatedly each time they met, with a kind of theatricality which is perhaps only possible between sisters. In recent years, they lived only two hours away from each other, spoke on the phone every now and then, and tried to meet whenever their health permitted. She was just a couple of years older than my grandma and someone whom my grandma had created her fondest childhood memories with, on a tea estate near north Bengal where their father was posted when they were growing up. My grandmother who turned 84 this year, lost her elder sister a little over a month ago.
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