In which they are mere friends :



" Snigdha!! When will you come down??!! Are you ready? You'll be late for college!! " called Reshmi Roychowdhury, Snigdha's mom.

Coming ma! replied Snigdha.

As it is I'm already late for college...I don't even know if I'll catch the train.....Why do all problems stick with me? Me and my dead fate.

I run downstairs and see mom with a bowl of curd and rice. "Eat quickly dear, if you reach the station by 7:30 you will be able to catch the metro."she said with a smile. It surprises me how calm and organiesd my mom can be even amidst the rush of everything... Perhaps she has grown accustomed to this. After we shifted to my paternals ancestral house, well things have changed.

My father was Animesh Roychowdhury, a very well known writer in Bengal. Everything was going well until he was murdered. My mom was affected the most as I was in class 7 and my brother in college. Most shocking was that he died before publishing his most famous piece yet to be. My brother disappeared not long after. My mom was completely broken.

We shifted to my paternals ancestral home where my uncle's family lived, they helped us all through after my...