"A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life"
- R.K. Narayan

There was a husky sulking around the room. The body of the grand old lady, wrapped in gum-taped plastic sheets underneath a hastily wrapped silk-sari, lay in the middle, motionless, within the cooled glass enclosure to keep her from rotting in the summer heat. While the female relatives sighed and consoled each other, the men just stood around discussing hospital bills and funeral arrangements. The lady's daughter sat in the corner, her swollen eyes buried in her palms that couldn't hold her tears back. The son-in-law had gone out to get the priest, without whose supervision the body could not be cremated.