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A Ton Of Tears

A Ton Of Tears

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Today, after my daughter’s funeral, and several hours of tearful soul-searching, I started going through my phone and deleting two weeks’ worth of condolence messages. There were so many of them that I eventually selected ‘delete all,’ but one message didn’t delete. It was one of the last messages my daughter left me before she died, and it was still marked as ‘new.’ Sometimes my voicemail forces me to listen to old messages before I can delete them, so I played it, even though I really didn’t want to at that moment. My daughter said, “Hey dad, I just wanted to let you know I’m okay and I’m home now.

This was the last message Juhi had wrote to her father, but who knew that she won't be able to see the next day in her life.

That day something worst took place that Neither Juhi nor I could forget.

Juhi and I were flatmates in an apartment where we were living for 3 years. All these years were going good we hadn't faced any problems till those days. But one day due to an urgent work I had to leave Juhi alone for two days.

In those days her father used to take complete control over her incoming and outgoing as Juhi us the only child of her father and was brought up by her father only. Her parents got divorced when she was 6 years old.

That day while she left to sleep.

Before her sleep, I had talked to her and was on a continuous chat and call.

The gas stove was open and he was unaware of it.

I guess hadn't she smelled the gas.

Don't know what was destiny.

Do not how and what happened suddenly while we were on call she said to wait for me for a sec.

And then I just heard a boom sound. I was on call yelling hello, when the phone call got disconnected and then the same day I returned back to our apartment and called Juhi's father too we saw that the room got on fire and we lost her. Neither she nor her body was found all went into ashes.

It's still a mystery for us that what had taken place that day.

But her father, for the first time since we met I saw Juhi's father crying into tears.

And still, if we meet there are tears always on his eyes.

I may not take Juhi's place in her father's heart but I may be one who can reduce his pain.

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