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She was dressed in her favorite red dress and he in his favorite kurta suit. Their worry was hidden in their wedding dresses.The son had enjoyed the evening in the temple and park.
The 3 sat for dinner in their dingy kitchen.
He collapsed half way through the dinner. She saw, did not react. Instead hugged her son, tight. The last she saw was her son crying loud, in her arms.
As the 5 yr old son also bid goodbye to life, he did not see the empty poison bottle lying on the floor.