Sharada
As the final guests left, Sharada closed the door and turned around to an empty home. The silence was deafening and the past few days had been a blur. Her husband had passed away peacefully in his sleep and while Sharada knew this was inevitable, it has still been very hard. As she stared at the walls, she realised that this was the first time in the past 75 years that she was truly alone. She turned to the kitchen to make tea and had to remind herself to make only one cup. It had been their routine for several years after he retired from his job to have afternoon tea together. He would read out the English newspaper to her, though she did learn English after marriage, she always enjoyed it when he read out the newspaper to her. The newspaper stared at her, and in the past few days, it had slipped her mind completely to discontinue it. She sent a message to the delivery boy to discontinue the newspaper from the next day. She looked at the newspaper and it was as if it weighed a few hun...