The Veil 

word count: 100

By Neel Anil Panicker

Some people are a closed door__the one that comes securely fastened in adamantine steel chains.

Aunt Anjali was one such character.

Far from talking about her, it was taboo to even take her name.

I remember an incident from childhood when everyone including our extended clan swarmed around grandmother’s bed.

Someone had inserted cotton balls into her nose.

I nudged Mamma inquiring about the woman in white at the corner.

“Why don’t you ask Papa?”

I had never heard her speak in that tone.

That was the day a ten year old learned that certain questions come laden with answers.


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