Dealing-with-death

Dealing-with-death

“You know Ravi, Hemu’s friend? He died last week! They found out that he had leukemia one and half months back and he died five weeks after,” my aunt said.

I heard those words and froze! It was a normal day until that moment. I was in 7th grade, had just got back from school, had lunch, and then had gone to my room as I had a lot of homework that day. I had come to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water when my aunt uttered those unbelievable words.

Hemu was my cousin and Ravi was his best friend. That summer, we all hit it off quite well and so we started spending time together. We used to go swimming in the mornings. Then we used to go the library and get us some books to read.

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