A happy bright girl in boots and sweaters standing at a mountain top, the same girl laughing so hard with her friends. It was an old picture Shreya found "Mom, is that you!?" she shrieked. "Wow mom you were so pretty and full of life" commented Varun with admiration. Urmi glanced at the photo with little Diya struggling in her arms. "Come to mamma" Shreya stretched her arms for Diya to jump. Urmi sat in front of the bright screen looking at a stranger, a happy girl full of life, it took her some time to finally recognize that it was really her. She felt a pang of pain deep down, it felt as if something pierced through her heart, her eyes welled up. Shreya and Varun were dumbstruck by this reaction for the tears didn't look like happy ones from seeing an old memory, it was pure hurt. Urmi was quick to wipe the pain that spilled by mistake with her pallu. "I forgot to turn off the stove", she ran to the kitchen. There she stood an empty feeling taking over her, unaware of the whistling cooker boiling and about to burst like herself. Her husband passing by turned the knob off "where are you lost urmi, this would have burst now". Alas! No one...