The girl whom she looked down upon had saved her daughter from death. She was ashamed. She paid for Mansi's last rites.
The scale of life lies between two points: birth and death.
People often forget birthdays but tend to remember death anniversaries!
For from here onwards I am staying alone. It's not as if am deserting you, I will provi
But how was I dead? I could hear them talk
I was watching, my mother was dying, she was dying.