On her way back to the airport, she didn't speak a word. There was a continuum of daze in which she was embedded in and there was no way back from there. Lying semi-conscious in her brother's arm, Akira was still holding on tight to her Ganesha Idol.
Her lips were moving in a silent prayer to keep him safe, while her eyes were crying the tales of sadness for he had departed from her life like an unsung hero, whose whole purpose was to give a definition and meaning to her life.
After immigration, when she went inside, the first thing that caught her attention was a Starbucks store, and the past memories came flooding in. That fateful flight journey, that spilling of coffee, that first contact when she had applied the cream on his scalded hand, that sharing of chocolates came back all haunting.
