" No ! Stop ! " Vikram's mother screamed as soon as she saw their father's picture.
" Eldest ! Save your father ! Save him. That bastard was going to kill him. ! " She screamed, ether slugs crawling off her body. Vikram held her, ignoring the cockroach like shadows running all around her body.
From the test, it is clear.
Her memories are jumbled. She did not wish to accept their father's death. That is the memory she was stuck in. In such a situation, to tell her that their father is dead, Vikram wondered how much more damage it will cause to her psyche.
" Mom ! Mom ! Dad went to our hometown ! " he told her, again and again, till she recognized the words.
All the cockroaches on her body and in the room stopped all of a sudden. Then, like an illusion, they dissipated into black smoke.
" He was alright ? … " She asked, her eyes full of hope.
