Priti Talkies

Photo credits @Augustinus Wibowo They say some stories never leave you. This one hasn't and hence, needs to be told.  It was the winter of 1992 and our daughter had just come into our lives. Our first born. Our bundle of joy. Our everything. We all have our vanities and I remember how I had spent the last nine months fretting over every piece of clothing that was to adorn her beautiful body. I’d learnt to knit and put together several sets of sweaters, caps and mittens for this life that was growing inside of me. I'd bought several baby products and remember how her room smelt even before she arrived. But along with all these pretty memories that soothe my senses, there’s one that gnaws at my soul even today. It happened when we had stepped out with our baby for the very first time on a cold December night. Wrapped in a soft apple green blanket, she looked a picture of perfection. We were in our prized Maruti car and headed home when we stopped at a traffic signal fo