The show must go on
October 5, 2012 9:43pm CST
When I was a kid I had gone to my aunt's place to spend the night. There was a wedding celebration in the neighbour's house and preparations were going on in full measure, music, hustle and bustle, arrival of guests all in their Sunday best. As this was going on there, tragedy struck at my aunt's. Her son fell in the well and got drowned. In contrast there was sorrow in this house when people thronged and got busy with a different kind of hustle and bustle. The neighbours were helpless. They had to carry on. Has this ever happened to you and that too when you were a kid. How did you face it. Did you go back home, as I did?