Date: 12/19/2022
By smitra11
We three, Biswadip, his mother, Mashima and I went out of Kol by car. On the return leg, i find myself in the rear seat with Mashima driving. Biswadip isn't there. Mashima is talking of many things, she seemed depressed. I felt afraid that anytime she would turn suicidal and drive the car into somthing. We were talking of Bengali sweets and I lamented I never had sweets from a particular shop implying she stop at the shop enroute. Then i find myself at our old Beleghata home trying to wake up Biswadip to warn him about the situation. Biswadip is angry i am trying to wake him so late and goes back to sleep